Without Footsteps to Follow

A poem about my road untaken

A clearing in a forest full of thin, tall and branchless trees. The green, leafy tops of them are visible in the distance. All trees are spread out enough to see the sun shining through the gaps. The day is bright but there is also a golden mist floating between the trees and the shrubs that line them. The ground is revealed and it is covered in brown foliage. It looks unkempt and untouched by human feet.
Photo by Steven Kamenar on Unsplash



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Rose Butcher

Niche-less word witch - of things no one wants to read 🪄 Editor @ Black Bear, Age of Empathy, The Memoirist and Quick Talk Columnist. rosegrows.substack.com 🌱