Distant fires cover the horizon
ash falling on mountains we cannot see
through the haze that lies on the land
Rain falls gently on our garden
where we walk a gentle path
among rosemary and sage
heedless of the world beyond our gate
and what soon will come to find us here
with our garden that is meant to burn
Photo by Armando Castillejos on Unsplash
2 responses to “Garden Path”
Your writing is brooding and mysterious. Love it!
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Glad you appreciate it (: thanks so much for reading!