With a frail
And uncertain future
Breathing in rhythmical pines
Calms my thoughts.
Solitude I seek
Within the forest
Amorphous blankets of snow
Covering crestfallen waves.
Spirited wind
Melancholy whispers
A tear falls
Past traumas relived.
Ephemeral bird calls
Wispy clouds and frost
Revitalises lost energies
I no longer feel lost.
Matthew