Hills and Haven

A lonely swinging ghost

In the midnight frost,

Tangled verses of poetry linger in my heart

Beneath the silver moonlight.

Fragments of Petrichor’s fragrance

Enchanted my silent soul,

While the serene hills gently healed me

With their dawning haven.

These moments I cherish the most,

These memories are treasured souvenirs,

For the bright souls who walk beside me

And the love that carried me through.