Rabbit Tracks...

"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me an invincible summer"

Albert Camus

I fell into one of my rambles earlier in the week, and stumbled upon an apple tree with fruit still on its limbs...

A suspense began when time froze and snow tempered.
Mythos mingled between every branch; artful and poised.

Sinously, I stretch to find the golden apple...

 So close...
my fingers brush against...
half-hidden...
I reach...

Desire...Heartbreak...
A knowing of...A letting go...

your sweet breath still lingering on me...

Looking down, rabbit tracks surround and double-back,

criss-crossing over and over the path I am on. Where are you going, I wonder, 

what are you searching for?

Are you racing from or racing toward

impulse?

Will you take me with you...?

Night is still quick behind me most days; I took one last look at the tree and the sky; the rise of hill and the fall of shadows, making my way back along the icy path.  I will come again, I promise, to find what magic leaves behind...