Remember

a walk in development

In the Autumn stillness

a blackbird’s whistle

echoes childhood voices and the crunch of broken glass

while the steam from long-departed trains

fades to morning mist

Layers of memories

like fallen leaves

sink back into the land

The wheel has turned.

What once stood tall

now leans into the ground

and lifts up those behind

to take their turn.

What is lost still feeds us

and gives us space to grow

This aged willow

resilient beyond reckoning

cradles the tenderest memories

in its time calloused shell

The endless, senseless sadness

of glory abandoned  

is a silent, stark reminder

of all that we are missing

Then a family outing passes

with cries of wonder and delight

and a new generation

is seen through the eye

of a fallen tree


Where can we find hope?

Water drips

from the doomsday mill

flowers still bloom

time is held

only when released

Though the curtain has fallen

on this forever place

and the players have withdrawn

we can still feel their struggles

and sense the raw taste of history

Wisps of mist

float on the breeze

over a patchwork of hedges

and the hidden worlds below

Step for a moment between the worlds

walk in another dimension

until this fleeting glimpse of mystery

slips through your grasp

A serendipitous meeting

as moments are shared,

the sky cracks open

and radiance is released

Open

only for the birds

The heart sings along

In a world renewed

At the peak

nestled in the rocks

is the space I carry with me

and the hardest one to leave.

Always on the cusp of transformation

always measureless, ethereal

as glints of gold and silver slivers

shine through the cobweb land below.

Turn by turn

we breathe in the endless restless wind

and gasp at the ever changing vista

’til we too must leave

and take only this sweeping moment

and the knowledge

that this next unseen revelation

will reach us from afar

Take in all we can

At the edge of the earth

then sink into the dark

and walk through the netherworld 

where everything is possible

 and imagination free

We may face forward

but why hurry on 

when all we love

is here, or behind?

Remember

October 22, 2025 No Comments

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