walking through the timber in the midst of winter
the forest's majestic pines covered with snow
catching a glimpses of vivid scenes of foliage
as seen through a filter of green, white and various
shades of brown
I'm hoping I'm on the steps of somewhere to ease my mind
to mend My now fragile soul
being alone makes one feel old
older than the lonesome gods who walked here when
these mountains were young
i'm wandering and woebegone wondering if I am to
far removed to find love again
~ D Donner ~