Autumnal Light

Softly they walk on a day in October the old man and sunlight amongst ageless olive trees planted when his great grandfather was young. On the track there is mark of hooves from flocks of sheep that walk here daily on their way home after grazing on the upland. Bits of fleece on thorny bushes, black pellets and the pungent aroma of the wooly backed still lingers… He sees the old cottage the roof has fallen in and bushes grow through its floor, but he doesn´t stop, it was all so long ago. Light is fading wants to turn in, time to go home for him too, autumn evenings are chilly, and damp, no good for his chest.