Cornwall's Secret Pathways

mind, stretched out & laid down
to rest, for winter.
brown leaves upon the forest floor
fallen, blown by wind.
in autumn, growing cooler
skies of uneventful off-white.

not so quickly now
the pace of thought
wanders aimlessly
along a lonely pathway
choked with fallen leaves

memories, of a full moon
fields, full of wheat
the energies of friends
thru a never-ending summer

Jen's, Falmouth, Tuesday 20th October 1997

From '1997. poems'