Here Before

Ripe green stands of grass shoot up through furry moss which gives beneath my feet. 

Songs are sung by a few brave birds who entertain a frosty chill which breezes past me. 

I have been here before, not to this exact location, but here I have been. 

Calm and serene.

It seems like an age ago now, so much has changed. 

The sun was shining then and I was hungrier. I took time to pause before I moved again.

Pressing on I roll over the bowing moss and a single branch cracks, just once. Loud enough to silence the whispers where numbers are names. 

It's time to go for tine hands cup their call.

But this I know, I will be back. 

Maybe not to this exact location.

I will come.

 Once more.