Winter Fawn

Matt Pond PA - Winter Fawn
out the door at dark

gone collecting wood for fires

seeing by the stars

snow, a deep deep blue

makes a path back to my home

the weight of winter wind

push against my legs, my arms
a brave explorer's face

i'll pretend the distance easy

a million miles away

high above the trees

smoke flies south through river valleys over where you sleep

when the sky lets go

path is covered

all those footsteps

memory takes hold

mouth is moving

with your eyes,
it tells me where to go

somehow through the trees

somehow i make out to follow
the shape our eyes create

i may be wrong

i could be off

the path is dark

i could be lost

but i might've found

a winter fawn

to lead me home