Echo's Remain

I went into the woods today
To walk a path of memories
Silently I prayed give me this day
I saw a carpet of autumn leaves
made bright with a sunlight ray

It was lonely quiet in these woods
I heard a blackbird cry
So still the pine cones lay, fallen
On needles left to dry

I reached out to touch a rustic carving
To feel the weathered grooves of bark
A promise left unbroken
"I love you", encircled in a heart.

A dream of childhood, a call of love
A misting in the rain
I call into the woods a name of yesterday
Only an echo remain.

by Eleanor J. Scribner

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