Forest Road

Down a forest road,
Looking for an old graveyard
Lost in memory.
When I hear a raven call
In the autumn gold,
He offers me a greeting
To what lies ahead;
Calling and taking to wing
As I find a field
Hidden on the forest’s edge.
And I wander forth,
But I only find the road
That I entered onā€”
Perhaps that foolish raven
Was mocking me all along.