Winters Ago

The snow is falling down
in fat clusters of flakes
upon the white ground.
It covers our footprints
from where I snuck out my window
in the cold pale moonlight
and we walked together
out into the wild frontiers
of winter nights' oblivion.
It seems so long ago,
our tracks are covered now
only you and I recall
the paths we made.
Yet still, if I were to tread
on those places
where the snow was packed
from our thick boots
I may slip on the ice we created.