A Continuation of My Autumn Forest Journey

“Between every two trees,

Lies a doorway to another world.”

John Muir

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Suddenly a tiny bird chirps

It sounds like a meadow lark

And I spot a misty shadow ahead

Gliding through the trees in the dark

As I wander along the forest trail

Many eerie shadows seem to follow

I now wonder if I’m imagining things

As I listen to the lament of a lone swallow

Suddenly all the trees begin to sway

As a brisk autumn wind begins to blow

And I now begin to wonder if this is the realm

Of beings who had tragically died here long ago

Soon the eerie dark forest takes on a life of its own

As a symphony of bird music echoes through the trees

Perhaps these birds have decided to serenade these spirits

As they wander this ancient woodland through all of eternity

As I eventually turn back on the wooded trail to head for home

Both these misty shadows and these echoing songs now follow me

And I’m glad that I revisited the place that little girl died 50 years ago

Since both these spirits and these songbirds seem to crave some company

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©2005, Ed Kostro