ephemeral paths

by mistersoto

beyond this birdsong
that rises through
branches reaching
into a late autumn sky
somewhere beyond
the reach of
an unseasonal sun
far away
from this bench
and the paths
that lead to it
still might be
in the harbour of the living
present but evading
an absence whose
presence imbues all
with an ephemerality
quiet memories
of you
fade in and out