Of dappled light

And breezy leaves

A dense heart

And a fatigue to succumb

We walk a forest path

Burdened by hope and

Frustrated by grief

In need of sleep

Just sit in the forest a while

Let the green shade hold you

As the birds mutter and

The moss soothes

Let the light in through the trees

Let it glimmer in your mind

Breathe

It’s a season of life

And the shade may fade

And the greens turn the same tone

Know when

To turn your face to light and stand in its glow

For tears to sparkle on your lashes

Hear the sound of your mind and walk through the steps to dinner

I wrote this piece in my mind while sitting on a log in the forest in Haselmere, Surrey. It had been a long week in London caring for my mother who was terminally ill. I was walking through the forest on my way home overwhelmed with so many thoughts and feelings of her departure, my own grief and the struggle of caring.