That Wood Beside the Road
I still wake at dawn’s grey light – cocooned in soft sadness, your warmth beside me – and take my worn spirit to that wood. The one beside the road, the sign beside the stile, the name that always slips my mind.
Steep climb through trees; high plateau held beneath a winter’s sky, edged with low sunlight and cut by an ice road the children pretend to skate. Their voices ring in chilled air.
Then our descent back down, steps quickening through sudden thrilling dusk. And, to cap it all, owls calling to and fro across the valley, to claim the coming night. A perfect day, do you remember too?
That wood beside the road, the sign beside the stile, the name that always slips my mind.
M J Lewis 2019
Have just learned about this challenge from gahlearner who says, ‘I learned about this challenge only a week ago. What a great idea. You get a picture and reply to it, either with another picture, or a flash fiction, a poem, comic, you name it, but it must be yours, not someone else’s.’ I’m a bit late this week, but the open nature of this challenge really appealed on this blue Monday morning!
Here is the link to Crimson’s creative challenge, number 10.