Tracing Steps

Tracing Steps

Walking in Hampstead Cemetery; 
one earbud in, the other out.
I like the way nature treads side 
by side with people, 
grouped and alone.
The robin and wren hop over black railings,
Trace buds of blackberries to-be 
and crayon-red fruit.
Ribbon past gravestones, tilted, decrepit 
with stories ache-past and 
people sometimes remembered. 
The squirrel dances in cowslip and heavy grass; 
a crow on perfect cricket pitch stands
truthful witness to lives long past.

Shereen Abdallah ©