tread softly along paths
gentled by hazy memory,
strolling amidst recollections
of yesteryear’s cares
where lost loves and old pains
fade into ephemeral touches,
phantom fingers brushing
against present preoccupations
This post is for Cee’s Which Way challenge. The photos were both taken on a misty November morning on the lanes around the village.
Here are a few other pictures of the lanes in November. Don’t forget to click on the gallery to see them at a larger size.
I hope you like them.
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