Footfalls Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

The wind tears by
Grabbing hair and cloaks
Pushing and pulling
As we make our way
Down lonely paths
Through Ancient Woods
Carefully choosing thoughts
And footfalls
As we approach the clearing
Where....

They say an elder spirit
A Ghostly fossil
Still haunts this place
With memory
Soft regrets
And half remembered
Stories

She stands still
Amidst the fury
Silent beneath the Veil
A faint grey light
At the centre of the storm
Quietly commanding
She calls us home

As we draw closer
The winds grow
And dances the leaves
Into a spiral of Infinity
Raising wonder
As we draw
Closer still


Passing
The wall of leaves
We enter the eye
Joining hands and minds
As we greet
The Lady
Mystery

So!
She asks
As she begins
To lift the veil
Are you ready
To meet your destiny.

And for a moment
We wonder why
We were so afraid
To look into
That Mirror