The Blue Door

The Blue Door

The Blue Door

Not yet day
But not night
As I go out
Into the white

Stepping so light
Pac boots on
Snowshoes, not in sight

The crust
Of the deep snow
Does not bow

One step, two steps
Now four
Five steps and just one more

Another step and down I go
Waist deep into
The wet snow

One step, two steps
Three steps, four
I made it now
To the blue door



© 2014, Dr. Jeff Howlin. All rights reserved.

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