Snow Trip

I forget just why I wandered here,
Or why I really care,
But it seemed a good idea at the time
As I stepped down upon the stair.

The light that held me
Affixed, and in its eye,
Has now released my notice
And it does not offer why.

The snow, crisp and immaculate,
Is now crumpled with my weight;
I think I might be lost just now.
Perhaps it’s sour fate.

Moonlight filtering
Through many swollen trees:
The light that brought me nearer
Now pulls me to my knees.

Wondering why I’m frozen,
And huddled here on the ground,
I’m a neat and encloaked bundle
That cannot make a sound.

The cold is drawing nearer,
The hour’s growing late;
And now the woods that surround me
Might mean my death this date.

But as I wondered earlier,
And continue to wonder still,
I don’t know why I came here,
And now I doubt I ever will.