Finding My Way

I’m finding my way

along the muddy rocks

the slippery, steep slope

the crunchy leaves

by the light of the moon

chasing my breath

in the ice and snow

and the warmth of the sun

finding my way back

to the place I call home

the place where I know

I am welcome and nurtured

that feels familiar

makes me whole

and feeds my soul’s quest

markers of my path

are revealed in the

morning sunrise at dawn

in the shadows of the trees

in the sound of the wind

who whispers my name

they are glad to see me

they invite me

into the dance

I belong here

among the trees

under the stars

this Earth