“Impasse”
the cowgirl treks the slope
grabbing hold of tender branches
feeling the cool evening breeze
amid the tangled scratches
she drinks from the mountain stream
crystal ice soothes her thirst
snowshoe steps brings her closer
determination she does nurse
onward and upward she climbs
keeping her dream constant
seemingly unaware and persistent
in a cloud of unsure distance
then the impasse came
the path could not be found
no fault, no one to blame
the mountain–bare silence, no sound
her steps came to a blunt end
then around the corner of her eye
a new opening came her way
spiraling forth with courage
she created another day!
Footprints of Thoughts 
great jane
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thank you, Diane, for your visit! Happy Easter–and new beginnings!
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creating a new day…..how perfect
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the infinite being continues on…thank you for reading my words…thank you for your presence, Bette!
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This is so nice, Jane.
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thank you, Celestine! You encourage me so! have a good weekend!
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