I walk a foreboding country lane, as a conscientious observer.
The mystery of souls looming ever so close.
Behind moss capped tree trunks
snuggled beneath peeled birch bark.
A party of three, the dogs and I.
Interpret nothing…only stillness catches our eye.
To capture moments such as these; an attempt to recall a dream.
And, though the harvest is sweet…
to come back daily, my only sense of relief.