In the Wettish Woods

I saw a Spirit

walking in the wettish woods

almost as if

he were real

he had a corporeal inconsistency

like an evening fog and

I feel his presence sometimes,

still.

 

Down

Down near the Earth

where the Living all start

and the Dying wait their turn

patiently

like autumn flowers

It was down near the earth

that I awoke

covered in leaves and forest debris

chilled in the early autumn dew

and I said to myself

I said

"Not again..."