Open Areas

I walked in winter
On pristine snow

Delicately placing one hoof
Before the other

For my feet felt foreign on fragile ground.

Yet I fear that trail I’ll create
Will reveal where I’ve been.

Not in worry of stalking danger,
But in shame of the direction I came.

For when the world is new
And unknown,
It harder to hide
Who you are
Because of the paths we take.

I believe this is why
Nothing grows
Until Spring

Where we needn’t worry
About where we step

In a beautiful world
Waiting to take you in