it is months
yes months
since I was
well enough
to take the
walk I love
so much by
hunting heron
dabbling ducks
and in the
intoxicating
warmth of an
october sun
I think upon
the life I've
run as river
surge and
drowned rocks
reflect the
maelstrom of
the past in
present future
tense
the path is
overgrown
the way
muddy
the light
blinding
the way
forlorn
but not
for me
"the way forlorn but not for me" - I like the strength of your calmly continuing on. The october sun is a fine place to reflect on the passage of time and the paths life has presented to us.
Hi Peter. Glad you're up and about again. Nature "needs" to be seen through eyes like yours. After a while, whatever is strewn in the path becomes unseen, when compared to distance traveled. Thanks.