sun sets over churning sea
moon appears in spooky darkening skies
shining down its beams on me
raise up my black hoodie
night mystery winds begin to blow
this early november midnight
a steady stream of tingly cold
walking through the cemetery woods
the dead leaves for whom I mourn
now lay lifeless on the ground
my steps hollow, somber and forlorn
through the forest I hear the sound
of an owl and lonesome barking dog
I pause for a moment of meditation
while sitting on a fallen log
I get up to make my way back
rueful of my life’s unfortunate turn
wishful of younger days
to which I can never return
