Sunday, 12 March 2017

Wayfaring Wondering

I see light cascading through the trees
And feel the calming, cooling breeze
And walk on with a sense of ease.

The sun-rays fall like drops of snow
Inquisitive of the scenery I begin to slow
To admire the translucent show.

Looming silhouettes are all around,
Leaves are making an eerie sound,
Blowing across the autumn ground.

I like the sense of being able to roam,
But beckoning is my humble home,
As I now feel so incredibly alone.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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