Ghosts still ride these tracks

Journey to places now lost

While I plod onward

Holly silhouettes

Line gilded tunnel splinters

I turn back to dusk

My sight lines obscured

By convoluted detours

Make my vision pure

Words never change minds

Change is a function of time

And strong tribal ties

Come to the water

It’s running fresh, clean and clear

So why won’t you drink?

Ash clings to her crown

But it’s Autumn in my heart

Grimly fading now

Twist and turn and bend

Until we’re tangled and tend

Intertwined with friends

Autumn colours fade

Clocks go back, tired and grey

Ever shorter days

Collapse my illusion

Replace this frail delusion

What’s left is what’s real

Who was here before?

Watching light transform the land

Who will come after?

Steady plough reveals

Rolling over rambling fields

Secrets long concealed

Journeys run like veins

Through these brown fields and green ways

You can’t stop the change

Summer’s fallen crown

Lies in state, a gutter fate

Until spring comes round

At the edge of time

I can’t see beyond my pride

In my clouded mind

Over sticks and stones

Up hills steep, down gulleys deep

And flying, leap holes

Cover me with shrouds

Brambles keep us safe from harm

A haven for crowds

Maybe I’m a toad

Trying to be a toadstool

Mirror on the wall

Slips through my fingers

Wasted, borrowed, stolen, free

Waiting for no one

Uneasy, on edge

Fog clouded mind full of dread

Hasn’t happened yet

Scattered feather down

Lines the sunken holloway

Another strata

Fog covers my tracks

Rising like a cold knife steel

Fox tracks my cover

Who knows where we’ll go

When we leave our warm abode

There’s only one road

Have I fallen too?

What will be left after you?

Nothing else to do

The ravens and crows

Settle down in long neat rows

As the thin moon rose