………

The wood was thick with rotting corpses
lying amidst the leaves of an eternal autumn.
The clear sky above touched the land
with its unmoving presence as the wind sighed
amidst the shadowed bones.

Which path to take at the clearing
where the sunlight broke upon the grass?
The trickling stream glinted an answer
as it rushed past in its search for the ocean
denying all barriers to its path.

Lying down on the mossy earth
awakened to the knowledge that
all the corpses were mine;
winter arrived at last.