Looking onward

When I look out towards the hills

I feel a sense of loss

Abandoned places in ruin


A pathway leads

Towards the mountain

Where I will not follow


Blackbird in the Brambles

what is that I could hear
in the hedgerow
but hiding from me was
a blackbird in the brambles

thinking back on it now
seem silly she’d be following me
but at that time
it was just her and me