Walking Near Loop Mountain

Why walk where the past smudges into dead wood -
though once, long ago, it broke upwards,
emerald with fresh belief
I cannot stop myself from traveling old roads -
a swimmer in damp leaves and rain
There is nothing lost, only remembered,
in the quiet step of things
Today Winter will have its way;
my soul whispering into the hush of silence
There are birds here that believe in color -
the cardinal and the jay following
my footsteps for food
Or perhaps some other thing
a bird like logic I cannot read
Although my heart leans forward
ready for the tumult of joy or pain
it is walking with yesterday that I regain
old footings for the coming Spring

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love the birds in winter. I can sit inside and see them out my window eating seed or breadcrumbs and it brightens the gray cold days. Even though it is freezing outside I'm certain if the birds were to be invited into the warmth of my home and offered food and protection...they would still prefer their freedom. Perhaps that is a "birdlike logic" only known by things which have wings. Bless.

[Samuel Dickens]

A walk in the woods is one of the most sublime experiences I know, and these words carry me along with you on your stroll.

[Phibby Venable]

you are most welcome to join me, Sam.

[Ken Simm.]

Feels appropriate as we come to the Winter Solstice. THese words really are a harbinger.

[Phibby Venable]

Thank you, Ken!

[Ed Hart]

it gets to where even the new roads look much traveled, and if we haven't been particularly there and done particularly that, we've been somewhere there and done that...many think that life is short, but it's long enough to bump into ourselves around the compass...even so, along the way we meet a few of congruent (if not contiguous) sensitivity...so that we have each other, even distantly

[Phibby Venable]

Very wise. Thank you, Ed xxx