Scrappy Sweep of Leaves
Life trails behind me A scrappy sweep of leaves I’ve trodden through - A path which reads My footprints sunk In sodden ground - A broken opening through Undergrowth, where Only I have trekked - What trees I’ve passed Beneath! What meadows Graced by foot? Has the path meant Anything so far? I gaze into that Foggy copse that calls Me forward. Will I find my way? Do treasures before me Lay in undiscovered Vales, unthought, undreamt? To be?
Scrappy Sweep of Leaves
Life trails behind me A scrappy sweep of leaves I’ve trodden through - A path which reads My footprints sunk In sodden ground - A broken opening through Undergrowth, where Only I have trekked - What trees I’ve passed Beneath! What meadows Graced by foot? Has the path meant Anything so far? I gaze into that Foggy copse that calls Me forward. Will I find my way? Do treasures before me Lay in undiscovered Vales, unthought, undreamt? To be?
Touch Leaves
(Words of an Anachronist)
