Where the Sky Meets the Earth

The woods,
blanketed in snow.
Pieces of the sky,
sitting on the earth,
mixing.
The trees, bare
but for a dusting
of frost, a gift
from the winter.

I walk alone
through these woods,
far from civility
and the rules that
bind me.
Here, in this magical
place, where Sky meets
Earth, I can imagine
that I am free.

Footsteps mark my
path here, so I
know how to get
back. But
what If I would
like to
stay? Erase my
steps, my ties to
that place, and
stay in my woods,
a palace where Sky
greets Earth.

The darkness will
fall, and with it
bring new light.
Casting shadows,
the snow turns
pink. The Sky is
bleeding, colouring
my realm in
shades of nature.
Where the Sky
welcomes the Earth.

The wind whispers
secrets that none
should know. But
I do. I do.
The birds call
promises to the
darkening Sky.
I will, I will.
In my hideaway
Where Earth
merges with Sky.

New Sky falls,
filling in footsteps
as life goes on.
I stand and watch
as the prints I
have made are
washed away.
Do I want to go back?
Could I find my way?
Or do I stay forevermore
were the Sky
reaches to touch
The Earth.

tears of sadness,
a loss indeed.
My only claim to this
place, my footsteps, gone
in a moment. Can I
go back?
Through the trees
and Sky and Earth,
I tread, back
to my home,
where the wondrous
palace of Earth and
Sky and Sky and Earth
will be a lovely
memory.