Wanderer, treading

gingerly upon this

broken path, as

dried leaves crunch

underfoot, remnants

of a glorious summer;

a time when the

world was brighter,

greener, fertile.


Now, petals in decay,

rotting fruit forgotten,

their beauty lying only in

a memory, distant and

fading like a parting

touch, goodbye kiss;

tender, yet bringing

the firm finality of a

future apart –


a lifetime lost.

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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