On the Path, Between the Trees

On the Path, Between the Trees

On the path.
Between the trees.
New snow covers,
Signs of thee.

Pine limbs sag,
Fall bursts of white.
I searched for you,
Just last night.

Through the death,
And amongst decay.
This one’s alive,
Heard myself say.

Under your arms,
And close to me.
I dragged you,
Watched you bleed.

I cleaned you,
And dried you out.
Now there’s nothing,
To worry about.

A lucky strike,
Gave you a light.
With new air,
Your eyes grew bright.

You cackled,
And you played.

You had,
New life.

But I knew,
You wouldn’t.
Make it through,
The night.

I watched you,
Slowly die.
From infernal,
Into the sky.

On the path.
Between the trees.
New snow covers,
Signs of thee.

Cover photo: On the Path, Between the Trees. Photograph by Owen, April 2025