Pilgrimage

Summer is black in sunless sloughs;
shadows haunt, glaring, ghostly eyes
Hidden rivers reach through the vines;
Cloaked in mist, the traveler sighs
Forgotten dreams slumber and wait;
this mad season must find its end
Fluttering lanterns, fireflies glow
and bear witness to trees of gold

 

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Photo: St-Dunstan-in-the-East, London, c.b.w. 2006
Words: c.b.w. 2014