Crone Stew

On this journey,

we meet

and recognize

each other:

kindred spirits,

who have walked

similar paths

to reach

this moment.

We have

a certain

twinkle

in our eyes,

we speak

with the same

wry humour.

We share

the same cackle.

We each

make our way

alone,

yet it is

comforting,

to see

each other's

lanterns
from afar,

winking
and bobbing
along

through

the trees.