"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."

~C.S. Lewis

Sunday, September 29, 2013

A walk in the woods

Forgotten time
stands alongside the sun
moves around aspens, invisible
where the cattails grow—
unforgotten and alone.