beneath the trees, a world

beneath the trees, a world

tattered leaf litter –
through the woods with shuffling feet,
formless figures move;
these ghosts without shadows, whom
I can’t help but recognize.


the spirit within

windy autumn days –
calling out my loneliness,
the spirit within;
now wandering together
following our destiny.

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