Dawn tip-toes in

leaving

curls of mist

in my hair…

Soft drops of dew

on my lips

and skin

as I surrender…

I have searched

for you

everywhere

among the pines

on every ridge,

in dreams

and restless

wakefulness.

I have felt

the weight

of waiting:

like chlorophyll

absorbing light

I have inhaled

your memory

and thought

I found you. Here.

Among the pines

emerging

from the mist..

even as the road

calls out to me

once again,

setting me adrift.