A dusting of new fallen snow
Obscures the path winding through the woods
Which, when nature agreed,
Was a well-known course, now unsure
To those, the first to travel by.
In growling dark and wind-blown snow
Confident steps slow, then falter.
Initial panic takes hold
When memory fails sights once Known.
A look ahead to find direction
Knowing footprints now are covered.
In the distance, as night draws on
Mind is paid to lights from houses
Of those returned home
And a new path made
Among thickets, brambles and dusk.