I run alone.
Cold air fills my lungs
as I breathe in deep,
the beauty that surrounds me.
I escape the noise and enter an archway
of delicate branches laced in white,
on the Pumpkinvine Trail.
Quiet nature beckons me forward
into my own sense of wild peace.
I focus my gaze into the distance
that seems to echo with each crunch I take.
I run alone,
but I follow a trail of footprints,
and leave my own steps to be discovered by another, tomorrow.
*Update: 2/9/19 “Footprints” was awarded 3rd place in the Pumpkinvine Poetry Contest by the Friends of the Pumpkinvine Nature Trail