#34 – A path

Cracks on the edge of a path
That disappears, unseen.
It seems to continue in the distance,
Leading to green fields,
Growing crops, and
Sleepy trees.
Yet hidden out of sight,
Is a fork in the road:
Left or straight ahead?
It’s at the bottom of the hill.
I know, for I often walk both:
Peaceful, calming, beautiful,
Even when covered in snow.
I often take pictures
Of the barn house,
Lonely tree,
And the mountain,
Hidden amongst the clouds.
What a gift,
To see and feel all this…