My thoughts drifting...

walking in the morning haze
my thoughts drift like snow
with the memory of days
i felt long ago

paths deemed not safe
no footprint save regret
sly ghosts now chafe

whisper of deeds unmet

we ascend life's ladder
only one way up
dawdle to think and gather
you end in a rut

so climb with gusto
else icy fingers will grasp
bound feet and shades crow
one more now locked in the past