One day you will go for a walk.

A walk in the woods.

You’ll take a path you’ve never taken before.

It will be quiet

It will be still

The only sound the crunch of leaves beneath your feet

After a while somthing will catch your eye.

Somthing bright in a clearing.

Peeking through a pile of firey folage.

Something white.

There, there you will find me.

Sunbleached beneath the leaves.

Author’s Note:

Really getting into the spooky feeling this year! I long to deck out the house with skeletons and pumpkins. But, for the sake of my husband, I’ll settle for spooke poetry and fall scented candles.