I have an alone path

of words

that opens up

inside me

when all noises die down.

The light is either my own

or taken from others

who have gone before.

I have now

all the time of the world

to walk forever.

I am glad

I have no hurry

to reach a destination.

I let my brown leaves

have their autumn fall,

and am ever ready

for those winter days

when they will hibernate.

Even if no spring ever shows up

I have still

so many trails

others have left for me

to enjoy the walk.



Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Path @ Poets United