"Footprints" written in 09/1982

a neon sign pulses
as the wind moans the
season’s
leave of absence
and then
the first
cold
diamond
drifts down
 
it’s a brand new day
let’s go outside and play
 
dawn light, too white
soft snow did fall
 
my heart will delight
 
in solitary footsteps
like dark holes in ice cream
satisfying some primeval urge
to be the first
the only one
 
wonderment
pounds through my veins
 
as it did for others
eons ago……..