Time

Path

I walked this path
before the froth
of wild garlic, the swell
of bluebells

I walked it before
the trees were in leaf,
when the rain
rendered it black and sodden

I walked it over and over
in its brief dappled weeks
of April loveliness,
eztravaganza of early sun

now I'm leaving again,
the flowers have gone over,
the canopy of leaves
is dense and green -

yes, I can come back anytime
the path will still be there, where I have been..