Beneath
Her feet crushed
The foliage
That had remained untouched
For years of long decembers
Silent
Quiet, undisturbed springs
She couldn't seem to find
The Redwood tree
Which was marked with
Spongy bark
That was soft
It was this tree
That showed her which way
To turn
Today, instead,
She followed a wolf
His thick coat
Raised
In the back
The grey tips
White underneath
He began to walk
In front of her
She followed
His soft foot
Steps along the cold ground
As he guided
Her home
