Walking the Chase

Walking the Chase
Form: Saraband Sonnet 9

To walk with you through untouched snow
The cold wind unnoticed by love
Just footprints behind where we go
But should I do it on my own
Making the trail through the fields alone
Would I still find the snow-kissed rose
That brushed the flakes from on my nose
Can I still feel you walking beside
Or hear you laughing through the Chase
While matching my legs stride for stride
It’s not the same out here today
And there’s no snow on the pathway
But I’m feeling you everywhere
Like a misty breath on cold air