The sun passes behind the ridge
and the vale is overwhelmed in shadow.
A path leads up to woods aflame,
promising warmth and golden vistas.
A path leads down
into the cold and gathering gloom.
I take the lower path,
for the shadow promises nothing,
asks nothing,
and allows me to disappear
for a while.
Outstanding. I love this post. A tough call between woods-aflame and the gathering gloom. Both hold their own secrets and wonder. Both go well with a refreshing beer.
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