Lone Pine

footprints in the snow
solitary, left by one
still there
sitting on an old tree
embracing solitude
thinking, observing
as moonlight
appears and disappears
chasing star dust
through the trees
a stream
frozen over
running water
gurgles beneath the ice
a lone coyote
tracking dinner
nose to the snow
around her log
life continues
nature
never wavers
despite
her confusion
her search
for peace
within
without
yesterday
a grab bag
scrambled joy
seasoned with sorrow
today
a potpourri
confusion scented
with hope and promise
tomorrow
unknown, unpredictable
a blink
in time
before tomorrow
becomes yesterday
dreams
become fact
hearts heal
behind
walls of protection

rising
she breathes deep
ice crystals
tickle her skin
halfway
to the parking lot
beneath a rock
oddly shaped
she hides
a key, with a
note attached
if found
please return
to owner
be gentle
the heart is scarred
tender, and raw
can be found
roaming
the planet
in a quiet search
for answers
to questions
yet unknown