I walk alone in lonely woods
fading from fall to winter snows
moving from the warmth of home
to wander lost and barren

I wonder as I move from tree
to tree and touch the scratchy bark
concealing living wood within
and warm there in the cold

if I can find a home inside
this tree or that one, twisting in
the gloamy air I wander thru
and thus root down to earthBut no, this tree is walking still
moving and not going there
stuck here but there and not here
I walk alone in lonely woods.