A walk through the woods

I look back to see footprints;
I hear a faint cry that wasnt there.
The emptiness- I feel,
As I stroll through the woods.

A long way to Timbuktu,
I wade through the stream,
Gurgling and meandering,
It flows along, shimmering.

A tiny soul, amidst tall cedars,
Under the foliage, wandering
Wee light through the leaves;
Sway gently with the breeze.

A scent of freshness,
Reminiscence of youth.
The past still lingering,
I walk through the woods.

© Zoe k