Leaving the Shire

Leaving the Shire, September 26th

Weary, heartsore, we wander on
Our thoughts still locked upon our home
Perhaps now and forever at our heels
Will we ever again know the feel
Of Shire-green grass upon our feet?

In a grove we find a brief respite
Autumn sky invites the eye
To scale the limestone mosaic of our sanctuary
Decorated with watersnake and darning-needle
We hear the music of water on water
Water falling upon and flowing over stone
Weeping boughs Sycamore, Maple, and Beech-white bone
Letting their leaves gently, to drift unhurrying to the bedded roots
Trailing spider-silk spinners like party streamers
Celebrating in silence the ending of September

- Lothithil