Cross- Country (The home trail) by Lorelei Winters

Cross-Country (the home trail)

by Lorelei Winters

so I run this road alone a lot

I like the sound of my feet

Pounding a few steps closer

And the whipping ofmy wild hair

Real and ready to be fixed

On this dirt, again I hear the poetry

My creativity, humble as it may be

Feels the breath ofthe Muse

Laboring like my own

Some days I pass through miles of countryside

Daises, willows, chestnuts, foxes, fog

Then... somehow, the sun bleeds through the hourglass mountains

And an invisible dagger approaches to pierce my side

I glance around blindly only to hear my midnight steps

Thump thumping in the forest

Vulnerable to trip on these growing roots

And I wonder if this jog was all for naught

Then quietly I raise my head

And see your shimmering promise in the sky.

You had to remind me of the reasons

And I return once again to

Sand, dirt, pavement, rock

And You