I hadn’t remembered this path I had walked,
Many a year in November.
I hadn’t remembered the leaves on the floor,
And the trees red with fire and warmth.
The trails winding down to a castle in the sea,
And the sky a bright blue,
Burning my eyes.
The laughter of the birds
Brings me back in time,
Takes me to a point on the rocks and the breeze.
Wind reminds me to remember this peace,
And to always walk in the light.
Now I have seen the leaves turn to snow,
And the rosehips are snorted by pigs.
Memories light the paths that we go,
And now I remember to love,
To love, to love and again,
To love, to love, to love and again,