In the
growing dusk I walked out to explore the woods,
humming tunelessly
for the trees that stood high and proud,
the black tar
soon giving way to a broken half paved roads,
and all
signs of life quietening in dark that fell like a shroud.
Soon, all I
could hear was the sound of my solitary stride,
accompanied by
snapping twigs as my feet slipped on the gravel,
my only
friend my shadow that walked bravely by my side,
my companion
through the years, one that I knew so very well.
The trees
seemed to be urging me to stop and talk a while,
as their long
leaves rustled and waved at me in the light breeze,
I stood and
listened while they whispered in their own soft style,
but not a
word of their secret could my weary mind even seize.
As the path
disappeared into the spreading gloom ahead,
and a lone
cricket decided to comment on my predicament,
I stood
there and wondered where this path I was on lead
should I go
on ahead or return to escape the night imminent.
And a calm
settled over me as quiet as the darkening wood,
and I walked
on ahead into the path that curved out of sight,
not caring
where it went but staying on it as long as I could,
as the
creatures came out and began their symphony at night.
Expectancy
grew in my heart, I barely could see the path I was on,
each blind
curve crossed revealing the last orange glow of the sun,
until I chanced
on a light shining through the shrubs, a beacon,
and my quickening feet took me back to the place I had set out from.
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