Stepping Out in Falling Snow

I
Step out
In falling snow
Onto a path
Committed already
To memory
Against the time
I will
No longer
Walk it.


I marvel
To see
How the familiar
Has become transformed,
How the old
Has been made new.


I rejoice
In all the angularities
And all the edges
Tending
With the cover,
To seek the curve.


I take pleasure
In the exhalation
Of frosty breath,
And am embraced
By the soundlessness
Of icy air.


I
Step out
In falling snow
Onto a path
Committed already
To memory
Against the time
I will
No longer
Walk it.