nothing left to doubt

the snow is a silken blue,
a downy scarf laid
upon the untrodden path

i'm about to step into.

it reminds me of nothing.
of no one.

it is fresh land, yet
to be discovered.

I've left the grey slush
of yesterday,
of towns I've been to,
behind me.

the grey of smoke,
the lighted fires burning
hard wood
in darkened homes,

sheets of ashes falling
into the troughs of cold
shadows.

I step now, as the kisses
of flakes
light upon my brow,
forward.

the bloom of my breath
before me,
there is nothing left
in my past

to doubt.