Love

Metronome pace 
echoes into the trees; 
hurry now as time escapes. 
Broken shards underfoot; 
unspoken words hang 
among the dewy cobwebs. 
Gentle, early light sparkles 
on exhaled breath. 
Red leaf full-stop 
against grey path before. 
Elderberries drip their 
 entangled store of 
 Summer warmth into the 
jaws of vicious hounds. 
And with the sound 
of the bell bringing 
reality back 
I tell her 
less is more... 
and as I think of you 
for the thousandth time 
I agree 
more or less...

Morning journey