Elder Dreaming

So many pathways
drear and close,
or bright and magical
through woods and hills
and neighborhoods,
I now will never walk…

Trails to wonders,
unmet friends and scenes,
and discoveries
that once may have been…

Pictures still and moving
are now my way
to wander,
to remember
the feel of forest airs
across my face.

CL Redding November 2022

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