© Joan Currie
You give the appearance of listening
To my thoughts, O trees,
Bent over the road I am walking…
Charles Simic
As I set out for my walk at dusk, it appeared much darker than I had remembered and the streetlights were already aglow. When I lived in Boston, a fall night such as this would bring to mind thoughts of the The Headless Horseman and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and the Salem Witches.
© Joan Currie
