Forest Run

As I run past the trees I am a flutter.
I am home,
Among the pine, the aspens, and willows.
I don't want to stop to take a breather.

From the corner of my eye, I see . . .
A forest nymph?
No, a bird flapping against the wind.
The frigid mountain wind.

My lungs fill up:
Inhale, frozen . . .
Exhale, warmth . . .
Inhale, frozen . . .
Exhale, warmth . . .

I stopped, at last, at the end of my path.
A fallen tree.
I pity it for a minute . . .
Then I start my journey over.

Running, running, running . . .
From an endless loop of thoughts.
As I lay in bed, sleeping a sweet dream of my forest run.