The Beech Forest
by Theodora Goss

Underneath the trees
there were beech leaves
fallen the previous autumn.
We walked over them
hand in hand, each of us pensive,
thinking about time and its passing,
wondering what the future would bring,
uncertain about almost everything
except how fortunate we were
to be there under the beech trees
in late summer
together.

(The image is The Beech Trees by T.C. Steele.)