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

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


  1. gorgeous photo, and beautiful poem and love your phantom...

  2. It is like that field is ablaze with color, so gorgeous.

  3. lovely - a perfect example of Autumn simplicity! Visiting from Katherine's Corner

  4. Sigh. 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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