My Past in a Nutshell
Perchance you walk along a beech-lined avenue in the autumn, tread softly, because you tread on my memories (apologies WB).
Surprise me with precious fragments.
Gifting me with glimpses of
Childhood feet walking
Home from school,
On the ground
Kicking through crunchy autumn leaves.
Intent on nature’s fallen bounty
Beneath my feet.
Finding, eating, innocent joy.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Beneath Your Feet.”