I wish my life was marked clearly
like the blue trail I walked today.
Trees blazed, telling me when to turn,
alternative paths. That the end is here.
I’m avoiding side trails. I am lost.
standard trail blazes
The trail is empty of tracks today.
Not even dogwalkers have broken the snow.
In the woods, the deer have wandered
foraging for nothing that I can see,
making temporary trails that will melt away.