Enchanted Pine

“a pine tree called to me,”
she told me
as we
tromped up the steep slope
snow crunching beneath our feet.

“i brought you this,”
she told me
as she
handed me a tiny bit
of bundled pine needles.

“whose footsteps are these?”
i asked her
as we moved into territory
that most humans
knew not to go.

“i think they’re mine,”
she told me
even though we knew
she did not walk this far

“but you said…”
i did not tell her
what i thought i knew

for in her place was a pine tree
looking back at me.

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