my footsteps interrupt a dark sleep

of trails and earth

in a boreal land

as uneasy stumbles awaken limb and leaf

I struggle to walk and

-at times-

barely stand

 

shadowy shadows in this day-less empty

hide every path and markers of ways

so I reach out

grasp at the next pine tree

and bide my time till the rising of day

 

presently…

 

aspen leaves glow and the trail is lit

my eyes now open

and sharp

I gaze around, taking in every bit

with many miles more

I make a start

 

the path way shines with a hazy blue tone

bathed in a silvery, old-woman-grey

no other color

only this alone

has turned my night into day

 

this companion watches me closely

with her silver and bright gibbous eye

so I smile and move on

and look up

thankfully

to my night time friend and guide

 

anthony forrest