lonely roads

Lonely roads
Sometimes this lonely road grows weary
I long for a voice to accompany my own
Talking to one’s self holds comfort,
Yet it cannot satisfy a life time
I enjoy seeing life before me,
I marvel at the beauty of the seasons

I inhale the sweet smell of pines mixed with wild flowers
Leaves dance around me,
A blanket of yellows, oranges, browns, reds

Trees soon dressed in diamond strings,
A fur coat of white, insulates their bareness

The smells of a defrosting death now weighs in the air
Hopes of gaining warmth and life, enables optimism

I stop and gather my thoughts,
A smile up on the lips
Some days I wish for another path,
For continuing on seems too hard to comprehend
Other times I look over my shoulder and see where I have been
Determination instilled in new steps

I continue on this lonely path
It winds through the forest
And down from mountain tops
It cuts its course, being its own river

Friends have come and gone
Each have travelled this path for a moment
Some leaving laughter,
Others many tears
And yet others linger on,
For how long,
I cannot tell

I rather think of the good times
Cherish the lessons
Hold on to the love shared
And choose to dance when it’s ill received

I know not where this path shall go
I know not when or where it might even end
I never know what lies beyond the bend,
Or what is hidden in light or shadows alike
I do know one thing although, I’ll continue on
I’ll walk this life
I’ll walk this lonely road