A contrast...

Against a backdrop of snow covered hills he forged ahead.
Amidst an enamoring departure, he entered file misled.
Within a context of purer paths laid out before him, he fled.
Without a contest, impure paths fade out behind him, now dead.

Without color, white's residue sought finding, yet remained lost.
Piss on snow and yellows fade, avoid wind which clearly tossed.
Walk gallantly forward, a frown, yes backwards holds the past.
Smile at amber hues along the way, which presently do hold fast.