On my solitary hikes

I am not alone

But walking with the dead

And talking to their ghosts

My mother and my father

And other kindly souls

Often walk beside me

On empty country roads

Listening to the wind

 We talk in quiet tones

Or shake our heads in wonder

And ponder where time goes

I walk most every morning

With those whom I've loved most

My best and dear companions

Are disembodied souls

 

copyright Martha Maria