In a coddiwomple mood
aching to lose myself
on a pathway to nowhere
I walk the brambled tracks
beneath the ancient trees
where the leaves whisper secrets
that only the wind hears
where time is irrelevant
and peace is endless
where something vast
something breathless
and endlessly beautiful
calls to my very soul
and where every footstep
brings me ever closer to joy
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 