In this picture, rustic wood framed,
there walk one set of steps, with unsure aim.
Within crafted wood, blue can be seen
nearly filling the place, cold, sad, serene.
Blue in the sky, blue on the snow,
blue in the long shadow, blue all below.
In the middle, deep brown and blacks,
dark forest blocks the path, for wayward tracks.
Tracks that turn right, out of the frame,
pass from shadow to light, seeking a flame.
In this picture, too, steps tread right,
out of the darkness and into the light.