the rotting autumn leaves
murmur underfoot

night walk, through
old woods and wet paths

to nowhere in particular

Because of some sort of error last weeks poem didn’t post and I only found out about it when I went to post this past friday. At first I thought I’d just do two poems in a row but then reconsidered. Instead for the entirety of this week from the 23 until the 29th I will be posting a poem a day to this site just to catch up and because it is after all christmas.

These poems will all still be on the same themes as the Walking Cycle but I will push some of the boundaries of what a walk (even digital ones) can mean. Also probably mixing up the form somewhat but less sure about that.