morning fog hangs
over the road
as i run,
the faint and familiar path
pulling me deeper
into reverie.
on both sides, shrouded
wire-framed shapes
of towering trees
now stripped of leaves
watch silently
as i pass
and bow in homage
to the ghosts
of my forsaken past.
each footfall echoes
in dead air,
crows strangely silent
as my mind trips
down memory lane
leaving me to wonder
if a home, whimsical
and marvelous,
waits somewhere
up ahead.
