In the low down

In the low down

When the stillness

Of night is high

Deeply driven

By a cold wind

Beneath the shelter

Of an aging Oak

There is respite

Pressed hard against

The old wood

Finding renewed purpose

In the bounty

Of its grace

I will wait

For just a moment

To breathe in the

Pure night air

Gathering strength

Footprints in the snow

Will soon be gone

Crisscrossed by

Forest wildlife

There will be nothing

Left of the path

To lead the way

But I will find you

If I follow my heart

I will see the glow

Of the night light

In the window

It will guide me

Safely to your door