24 October
in the high hay field
yesterday they walked the wood
in the later afternoon when the shadows fell long
two of them frolicked with
the dreams of youth
that skipped farther ahead
and paused for a moment on the curve
in the leaf littered path
in the leaf littered path
where the sun shone down in splintered sunlight
two of them heard silent footfalls
meandering on the green earth behind them
and brought to mind other days
not so long past
they walked slow enough to hear
ancient laughter in the sound
the leaves made when they fell
they harvested dreams
and things that might be
or may have been already
the four of them
and they welcomed the phantom
that danced so full of mirth between them
and kept their company on these hallowed trails
and sang the song of the forest
then when they reached the high hay field
that phantom took his bow
and left them to the twilight
gorgeous photo, and beautiful poem and love your phantom...
ReplyDeleteIt is like that field is ablaze with color, so gorgeous.
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ReplyDeletelovely - a perfect example of Autumn simplicity! Visiting from Katherine's Corner
ReplyDeleteSigh. I love all of the images of autumn here. The picture is a gorgeous complement to your writing. Is it yours? Thanks for linking up.
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