Leaves falling down
across the path
birds flying overhead
green is the grass
brown are the trees
squirrels climbing high
branches hanging low
crows in the air
then on the ground
windy weather all around
Category: following
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
