this is where I begin to feel
the pull of other roads
and if I lose you in the unwinding –
still, it is better than
the knots of not leaving

there is a necessity now
to disentanglement
and that yellow blaze
down the middle is not
the regret we expect –

but only the way forward

© Sarah Whiteley


seems every corner these days,
yellow reluctance hangs from the trees

but can you maybe see the small promise
in the perchance-forgetfulness
of coming wintry rimes

where we might biding sleep
’til wakened by warmer times

© Sarah Whiteley