Paw prints on the melting snow,
A fading sky,
an orange glow.
Pine trees
lead the way back home.
Back to everything we own.

"Follow the stars"
those were her words.
Lost with all the sleeping birds.
Feathering, the nest
that dwells.
In the pines
above the earth.

That breath
that lives
upon cold air.
Her misty voice
sings everywhere.
Dissipates,
Lost to the dawn,
with every word
I am reborn.

Upon the pines,
the forest floor.
The way
there's always room for more.
Always room
for what will be.
Nectar
and the sleeping bees.