No One… There Seems to Be

 

 

A Path

Dividing woods,

I trudge along

 

In the still distance

Tweets,

Of Robin song

 

Scattering leaves

by whispery air,

Some pinning in my hair

 

I turn

Thinking,

Someone there

 

No one

There seems to be

In this place so filled;

And yet so bare

Of anything to summon me

 

 

Makes me

Ponder,

Of life’s enormity

 

And throbbing rush

Does enter me

As I pause,

To feel

The crushed twigs

Beneath my feet

 

Looking up

Towards,

The open blue

 

I catch a glimpse,

A hue

Of twilight

Winking down at me

 

As if saying,

It’s okay to feel so free.