
crisp autumn morning
this road that I’m traveling
not the normal way

crisp autumn morning
this road that I’m traveling
not the normal way
keeping the Promise
the Way forward enters time
making straight the path

leaves piled before gate
light filtering through their stead
time to rake is now
quickly fading light
murmurations through the fields
lifting weary hearts

riding a whirlwind
time – agonizingly – slow
when will nightmare end