This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, and thought I would dust it off to share:
The forest was black as night when she entered
cold from the death of the fresh winter snow
and once again she felt like
she had finally returned home.
Breathing deep, her pace grew faster
as she traveled her old path
remembering forgotten memories from long years past.
The memories come flooding back
and it makes her stop in her tracks.
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes
and lets it all come back
with old memories come old feelings
and the wind begins to blow
and soon again she’s gliding through the forest
with her wings that have re-grown.
Flying with her memories from a past from long ago.