One path.
One past
away.
There is no lingering
in the garden maze.
Labyrinthine grown,
it will take you home.
But winter comes
and soon,
all will be done.
Hurry on.
Though fruit and flower
will tempt to stop and savor.
Even thorn and briar
will reach out and attempt
to catch your hood, or your hem.
The prize is found
only at the end.
Ignore the bones
of all those
that never found
their way back home.
There is always
death amongst the hedgerows.
.
You might hear
familiar calls,
but with these
great, green walls,
if you seek them
they will but mislead you.
Keep a good pace
and an easy smile.
Sure, you might get
turned around
once in a while,
but you will make your way
to the garden gate,
and the way back home.
There are stories
of another maze,
but that is for
another day.
A tale withing a tale,
a world within the world.
Just keep following the path
as it unfurls.
HG – 2022
