THE PATH REVEALED



During a difficult time of recovery and uncertainty, a walk in the trees on 'El Carrascal' helped me to see my path ahead. 





THE PATH REVEALED

Confusion clouds my thinking like the
mist rolling in over the ridged ‘Carrascal’,
damp seeping through towering pines,
lacing spiked holly oak like cobwebs
traced in drops of early morning dew.

Crunch layered carpet of dried needles,
dotted with gnawed innards of fallen cones,
winter feast of leaping squirrels, I weave
through trees, elder trunks cragged with reptile
scales, circled by whippy stands of pale saplings.

I break free of brambled wood as a fresh wind
funnels down the valley, whipping white haze,
wisps curling, clouds scurrying towards the sea,
revealing hidden sun whose shining glow drips
golden through the parasol of waxed green.

Ahead lies my path, bordered by sweet thyme,
a symphony of birdsong and whispering leaves,
carob arm points the way as I walk bathed in light,
doubts blown away on blue mountain breeze,
certainty sealed with every onward step.




2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved. 

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