Passage

Through veils of midnight rain
Past water laden, bowing trees
Lies a moonlight autumn lane.

The path lined with leaves of rust
Pulled and strewn from a wind gust.

Softened under foot, soil of earth
The elements bind together
Propelling the wander toward a hearth.

The clearing lies in sight
The moon accompanied by firelight.

Trees part, an earthly arch, opening arms
No longer is there a need rove
Past this entrance of nature there is no harm
Welcome to the Witch’s grove

^{© 2025, Denise Pasutti}