I’ve walked this way before.
Down the steep slope
Into a fog of darkness
Where iron-black trees
Cage my breath
With their un-giving silence.
Then I find you
Standing besides me.
Taking my hand,
Intertwining our fingers,
We walk together once more.
Out through the cutting cold,
The drizzle and the dark.
Back up onto Harebell Hill
Where once, a warmer wind blew,
And in the soft sky, above Daneway banks,
There were stars.
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