I arrived and departed on a voyage less traveled.
My many mistakes were the bumps in the gravel.
A Tempest cruel chill never did last.
Treacherous winds, in a hurry, blew past.
With hail and rain came bleak days of gray.
Once lost in thick fog that darkened the way.
The storms are now calming the wreckage I’ve cleaned.
So my feet leave their prints, that are easily seen

© littlelisastar