And so, in the splendour of
The winter leaves, black, yellow, rusty golds –
Where are you?
Why do you haunt me on each path?
I wonder where you are, and a door
Flies open in the wind.
Your shadow sits opposite me on the couch,
I cannot toss you off –
Cannot trudge through you ---
Or make you go away.
Hoping you are the fallen branch,
I climb over, or the dog running in the other direction,
Or the light fading through the bare branches
Of white birches.
Why won’t you disappear ---
And leave me to the forest,
To the pleasures of here,
To my own lonely terror?