Walking A New Trail
I do not know this place,
by Raynette Eitel
Yet memories stir silent shadows.
Sunlight presses golden droplets
In an old familiar way.
I do not know this space,
Yet just around the bend, somehow I know
A laurel blooms like lace, and way up high
A tall birch wears a heart with two names.
These woods have never seen my face
And yet my spirit skips along this trail
As one returning home from a long journey
Enjoying landmarks from the past.