A tree line falling faded
tempting time a wandering way
upon a breeze born quickly
drifting dreams away
The harvest moon wrapped around
the season with delight
I couldn't help but wonder
down the tree lined road that night
The path that bent beyond the breach
where wood and time stood still
held proudly to the mooring
of a quaint and somber mill
How autumn tossed the wheel aright
to chase the runner round
and I listened for the footsteps
worn upon the ground
And stood I there upon the brink
where proud the water flowed
left quietly to wander
where the road might seldom go
© Raymond t. Carter 2006
