Tracks

by Sky Trombly – 

(In honor of Robert Frost)

Cool winds sweep across my face,

Though a silent stillness fills this place.

All around is death or sleep,

Inwardly indecision creeps.

Softly falls the brightest snow,

As if to belie the lack of growth.

Crunching snow on calm white earth,

Waiting for spring’s first birth.

And then, by chance, a track is found,

Like mine, but larger all around.

The owner must have walked this way,

After him, my path is laid.

A pre-cut path, a seeming boon,

Begins to sing a mocking tune.

How do I dare to walk this route?

And what am I all about?

The owner of these tracks, I know,

Would not have have been questioned so.

Proud and tall, I think, like these trees,

To walk in these woods with ease.

Tiny feet that will no longer grow,

Will never fit these tracks in the snow,

But sprightly songbirds can brave each day,

I guess that this means I can stray.

 

Sky Trombly is a regular contributor to Owl Light News with her feature “Simple Sustainability.”

She also hosts a blog  – talkwalking.org – part of her ongoing desire to live simply and intimately linked with the earth , ”while helping others negotiate the “quagmire of sustainable living.”

Ilana Trombly
Blog – talkwalking.org