Still playing catch-up after a crazy and hard day. The prompt for yesterday was a poem about regret. Here is my offering:
Looking Back
The gravel crunches
underfoot as onward I go.
Ahead the road is shrouded
in fog and mist – I can’t
see what lies beyond.
Behind me the road lies
twisted and bent,
the sunlight streams
through golden colored
leaves, casting shadows here,
revealing sunny patches there.
Looking back with fondness
on the curving road it is hard
to remember any cold or stormy
nights shivering under ominous
dark branches.
I see only a quiet road
down which, guided
by an unseen hand,
I have walked and known
and laughed and loved.
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