A Gentle Haunting (Poetry)

The dawn light woke her
her eyelids flickered
she breathed deep the air
rose and went walking
across the lawn’s dew

She left faint footprints
graven in silver
brushed against cobwebs
yet nothing disturbed
her hem trailed like mist

On through the orchard
sun’s thin rays touching
April’s shy blossom
the bees still abed
night’s chill holding on

Out into the lane
where only small eyes
watched from the hedgerows
each time she passed by
her presence no threat

Thence to the churchyard
where lies her marker
weathered smooth by time
once more grey lady
haunts up to her name