Brown leaves swirl
At Caravan’s door
Like a spectral Dervish
Making its entrance
Then settling to observe
Comings and goings
As friends meet and travel on
Paths crossing, woven together
In a timeless thread
Of silk roads to desert lands
For a season or longer
The route ancient yet clear
Like the stark branches
Silhouetted against grey sky
Steeling themselves for winter
The thrill of adventure imminent
Risk and uncertainty foreshadowed
In the face of hardship
A soul laid bare, quiet
The stillness of knowing
Turns to joy unexpected
Faith and hope enduring
Before new life erupts
With the hidden promise
Of springtime in Exmouth Market
And love in its proper season
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