I reached my limit

I cannot be anything

Except my own self

What parts of me must

Fall away and grow again?

Can I be reborn?

‘Cross forest and field

Into valley, gorge and dale

Untamed I explore

By hedges confined

In field or forest I find

The edges a bind

No one ever feels

There is nothing to be feared

November is here

Bury my with leaves

I will hibernate til spring

Somewhere warm and dry

If little people

Found a mushroom towering tall

Would they worship it?

Soft leaves fade and blur

Turning spring sunshine to dirt

Smeared across the road

Shotgun metal skies

Grey cloud cover galvanized

I will also rise

Blurred eyelids flutter

Mesmerised by morning light

Where did the day go?

Smokey mist rises

Hangs round the faded edges

Tangled in twilight

The cave of shadows

Hallowed knaves and shallow graves

Saved with sallow staves

Evening sunlight plays

On the surface of grey clay

Everything will change

As we press onward

We forget to remember

All we’ve left behind

Down crooked side streets

In and out of alleyways

Just around the bend

Yellow moon burns bright

Drawing us up from the mud

Unforgettable

Sun and moon collide

Every colour in the sky

Lift me way up high

Sinking in dire straits

Broken by sundering seas

Waters cover me