a chill of knowing gathers
deep within ageing bones,
foretelling an entangling of tree
roots beyond autumn’s portal;
the gate, for now, is closed;
all will pass through in time
The sun came out on the morning of day 142 of 365 Days Wild so I decided to wander over to the churchyard that is just a short distance down the lane from our house. There’s a tree by the wall that is shedding golden leaves all around the gravestones and on the pavement outside.
That’s all for today. Where have you walked to recently? I’d love to know.