hidden valley

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.