The Walk Not Taken.

The days are shorter now
Dark roses on the wane,
And all my careful plans
fall into disarray

I try to link them like a chain,
to no avail…
They fall apart..escape ..

I say...
I’m going to take a walk along the ridge
To feel the salt air biting at my skin.

I’ll walk a steady pace
to let my limbs unfold.
Take on a vigour with each stride.
and bring my brain into a fresher place.

But at the garden gate…
I hesitate.
The burden in my heart
won’t let me go.

And now ….it is too late.

Kristine Byrne.27th Sept. 2011