Land of trees - January 18

The land of trees

has been empty of late

empty of leaves

and trails left untrodden

Today I went back

on my own this time round

and the trees were asking

just you now is it?

No reply I would give

as alone I was not

but alone I had come

for that way it must be

The land of trees

stood still, boughs unbending

awaiting the return

of two, perhaps