…the shadowed path

I take the shadowed path where the wind whispers
giving voice to the trees and their trembling leaves
where the birdsong is a symphony of joy
drifting up into the canopy where the shafts of sunlight
illuminate the abundance of life
where the crickets are calling in decibels at odds with their size
where moss softens each footfall
in this place where joy unfolds, I take the shadowed path
where the river quietly murmurs, rippling across sand and stones
where their journey changes them, worn smooth by time and tides
where in the shifting shadows the heart learns to listen
where silence is a language spoken by the woods alone
where the unseen threads are weaving nature’s tapestry
where with every breath I hear a the sighing of the leaves
I take the shadowed path where each pulse in my veins
beats in time with unseen wings where in between the moments
love and loss are intertwined
where peace and chaos agree to exist in harmony
where joy incongruously flows
from the unseen depths of dark wells
where the ghosts of memories pass me by
as I wander through clouds and mist
where in the silence and the solitude
I am both lost and also found
© Ann Bagnall