The Path and Me

Lara Mitchell Guirao

The Path and Me

Burnt leaves crack as they fracture beneath my feet,

Descending from the tree which overlooks my shoulder,

Ageing as they do every season is just a reflection of the weather growing colder,

The sharp breeze argues with the warm colours around me,

A deep homely red, a comforting dusky brown,

Allowing appreciation of the walks of this town,

The long whistle of the wind invites reclusive thoughts,

One’s in which the tireless working day do not allow,

I simply ignore yesterday, disregard tomorrow, but focus on the now,

I like that I’m not busy,

I like that I’m alone,

I like that this walk is distracting me from home.