Ghosts walking and talking.
First only me and a gentle breeze.
One by one they come walking and talking.
Listening while memories are rekindled.
Heartened to be in their company.
Only for a brief time we all know.
Walking and talking even in the snow.
Heat of the day and cool of the night.
Still a memory returns of their sight.
Advice recalled when long brushed-off.
Knowing now that they were right.
I walk only at night.
Otherwise likely we would make quite a sight.
Frighten the dogs and scare the cats.
We're really good at that.