Swaying below branches
Silhouetted to sky,
Wondering how a single consciousness
has the concept of “I”.
The deep silence is comforting,
As I settle in.
Listening to sounds that otherwise fall silent,
Always in the background.
Frigid breeze rolls across my cheeks,
The winters of the past feel the same in my dreams.
As leaves fall and the cold settles in
It’s time to go back,
Back to being me.