You left in October
walked into the valley
of the shadow of death
and every Autumn since
I skirt the combe’s edge.
The dying light speaks to me:
what did you wish to say?
Always seeking refuge
from nightmare’s haemorrhage
into the light of day.
Nature’s a healer:
kind if you let her
thistle-down whisperer
bracken-fern copperer.
Streams sing remembrances
brook, ghyll, and waterfall
sunset condolences:
silence falls over all.
Another of my walking poems. Sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #145.
The dying light speaks to me:
what did you wish to say?… love these lines…
Thank you Rajani!
I avoid some of those old paths, sad memories throw many shadows across the causeway …
Hard to avoid them entirely, though…I try and walk a path toward healing.
Yes I understand … I’m on that path these days
So poignant, so beautiful…
Nature truly is a healer. Love the second last stanza.
Sending you hugs, Ingrid. ❤️
Thank you Punam ❤️
You are so welcome. ❤️
I find truth in this Ingrid, and sincerity. These days I walk with as many memories as I can muster, even as they dim. I try to remain mindful that every step I take may be fodder for the memories of others that I love. — so I tred open and genuine as I am able.
So many lingering images x
‘Copperer’ is a word taught me by a young monkey 😅
Very poignant Ingrid and the opening stanza is very strong. I am skirting that Coombe too at the moment.
Wishing you well on the journey 🙏
Lovely, moving x
“thistle-down whisperer
bracken-fern copperer.” I love that. Beautiful write, Ingrid!
“Nature is a healer, kind if you let her…” I love this comforting message and the exquisite imagery of this beautiful poem, Ingrid. <3
Just gorgeous, Ingrid, especially the two final stanzas. You bring an artist’s visual eye to this poem of the heart.
Thank you Hedgewitch!
Loving the gorgeous, sweeping vibes and imagery in this poem!
Glad you enjoyed it, Jaya 🙏
wow Ingrid, your words are rich and palpable! love the visuals in nature and healing! 💞
I always find healing power in nature 🙏❤️
Yes you do!!! 🥰❣️
Just beautiful Ingrid. Healing is intense, and never over. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe, I agree.
This is true. Thank you Kerfe.
It feels like those paths have memories, they retained the best park of the past.
Best part*
Exactly. Thank you Cassa.
A very sweet walking poem, accompanied by Nature and our ghosts.
Always.
So very poignant, but also hopeful. Lovely poem, Ingrid. I thought of you when we saw the play Every Brilliant Thing over the weekend.
A gentle and emotional write. 💗 Not sure how I missed your post, Ingrid, but glad to read it now.