home

once i lived in a straw hut that I had built on the edge of a dark wood - and my walk home each night was magical

 

Ground Stars

          Blink

          And my feet

                 Feel

          The path

                     towards home.

 

Blackberry and Rose

          I brush past

Careful

           not to become attached

And the dim lights

         Welcome me

                    as I

                      Stand

                       in a moon-tinted field

                               of white. 

Reviews

[Peony]

There's something to be said for a wanderer. I really enjoyed this piece; it took me somewhere enchanting.

[KAREN]

Well written with great flow and imagery! You take the reader right along the path with you.