Companion

Walking through the snow-covered grass one day,
I thought how nice it would be if I were not alone.
If it were warm and I were not alone,
How happy I would be.

I strolled around huge bare trees, bereft of all signs of life.
No animals chittered in the forest, no squirrels ran
Across branches, and all was still.
Not even a breeze moved the lonely trees,
Guarding the land for some happier future.
Glancing up at the bright blue sky, I saw a cloud.
A single cloud in the clear sky, drifting along, unaware
Of its surroundings or destination.

Behind me I heard a snap, a crack, and a creak. I turned,
Expecting to see a figure, a creature, a being,
But all I saw was a haze. Nothing more and nothing less, just
A fog on that lonely day.

It moved and swirled, twisted and transformed into
Another cloud--a companion for the once lonely one,
And into leaves and buds to cover the once bare trees,
And into squirrels to accompany the trees once empty.
Finally, out of that gray mist, came forth a companion for me--
And then I was no longer alone.

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