there is, i’m told,
a secret cemetery here.
I haven’t found it yet.
if there is haunting,
i think it is of a different kind.
a peacefulness slips under your skin
and a quiet mind follows you home.
light falls through the trees
and ignites diamond snow;
or crackling amber leaves or velvet moss –
depending of course on the season.
I met a doe here once,
we stopped and blinked our female lashes in surprise-
who are you,
here in my hidden valley.
and then, like a ghost she was gone.
and i, left in wonder
that such quiet exists
a heartbeat from the mainstream.