I love to walk in nature,

To feel the breeze on my skin,

The ground beneath my feet,

To smell the earth and trees on the air.

And yet this morning,

In a stretch of wood

That I know so well,

Where ancient trees climb with me

Up the slope,

To a path along the ridge,

The mist had rolled in,

And the familiar seemed strange,

And fearful,

Each step, 

A pace into the unknown.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image Sue Belfrage 2016