I walked
and walked, 
and walked into the snow of winter's years
my hair though slow turned white
the way 
the way just like today
was warm
the way I've trod since I was born
but now
see how its contours disappear
its shapes familiar are not there to see  
no more cries of memories
joys to see

I walk 
and walk as long as I can muster strength
at length 
the track is whisked right out
with winds of fortune
summer's drought

and now I'm here
where walking shakily
I fear
I am about to disappear

all clothed in snow's white gown
go on and on
no steps to see
no dark form,
no shape to follow
on into oblivion's white curtained emptiness
of nothing
no thing
no tangibility
no staff
no tree
no bird,
for all is white
and now
I'm out of sight

Margaret Ann Waddicor 2012