Coming Upon a Hidden Hollow There is a restlessness here Where shadows sway and Disappear As sunlight plays across stones Half hidden by trees Left alone To grow wild and unruly. There are restless ghosts Too. Coolly Intermingling, Lingering. Tenebrosity Let us take this time, this grey evening that Remains after the light has drained …
And now the sunlight fades and the chilly
Air grows grey and thin, there is nothing but
Loss in here.
A Myth of Cheshire.