I Have Lived Here Before

I once wore the skin of a wolf, Protective, rough and warm Now buried
Beneath the ice and snow.

The ground has fallen away from me.
My bare feet have forgotten the feeling of dirt, Gritty between my toes
Wet cut grass from a summer dew.

Scattered rocks
Lines of history on their surface,
Firmly anchored in the earth,
Beg for my attention along a curved path.

Above, tall trees bend, Sorrow in the wind, Their covered roots, Silent and neglected.

I once wore the skin of a wolf, Protective, rough and warm Now buried
Beneath the ice and snow.