Ashridge 9.00am

A misty morning
where the ghosts and ghoulies
do their thing
peering through the
wooded vista’s
hoping for to bring
some spirit to the table
but the only thoughts
we share
are the shadows
and the avid gloom
that is all that
is out there
the birches
tell tale silver bark
and their dazzling array
of gold and yellow drops
that kind of fall into display
pretty really smallish leaves
fitting for this time
a cold October Sunday
as the sun begins to climb