OF PATHS DESTINED

Chasing shadows 
through forests 
of the silent night 
Our breaths falling 
in muted whispers 
Like autumn leaves 
Following the call 
of undecipherable songs 
hidden from sight 
We search for words 
snagged by seeking limbs 
of barren trees 
Feet lifted 
off the golden fall,
land on flakes of snow 
Eternal questions

Haunting souls

Knitting brows 
Musings, of life

Of where we are 
and where we need to go.....

MS