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
