Ghost routes

A narrow length of grey Disappears into blackBetween high hedges Well aligned.Ferns are archedWith secrets heldIn spectral stillness.A Breath of windCastselicit conversationsBetween the leaves,Murmurs Of time forgottenyearsBy long gone travellersWhose spectres linger thereAbove the moss And creeping ivy That twists around The gnarled trunks of trees.Haunting stillnessEnvelopes all and Takes me in to feelAnd breatheContinue reading “Ghost routes”