Not  a poetry book today. I was taken by the cover of A. S. Byatt’s Little Black Book of Stories which I am reading on & off as the mood takes me. It took me today & I went, hmmm…

the trees delusion

a red carpet of leaves
leads into the forest
bright path into
darkness — above
my head either mist
or smoke or both

all those roads begun
but never completed
years of wandering
lost while everyone else
is getting where they
think they want to go

one day my less travelled
will pay off … one day

NOTE: today’s cover work of art is Forest Palace, Jóhannes S. Kjarval (1918)