SNOW WALKING
A poem in winter
SNOW WALKING
It is dark, but I can see the light,
When I set out in this dead of night,
To take in the fresh air and clear my tired brain,
After a long day of work that has left me entirely drained.
Snowflakes are falling, and I follow their magical moonlit flight,
I am lost in the moment, mesmerized in childlike delight.
It is so quiet except for the rhythmic repeat,
As I trudge along slowly, my tired aching feet.
The moons cloaked shadow behind a grey-clouded curtain,
The soft light reflected leads the way of that I am quite certain.
I stop and listen to the quiet that is so soothing to my soul,
I am joyful to be alive to enjoy this late evening stroll.
My breath is a stream of mist each time I exhale,
Dissipating into the chilly evening air, lest I ever fail.
To navigate my thoughts through to clarity of space,
I take solace in the peace offered by this most tranquil of place.
As I cut a fresh path in this virgin white snow,
Then glance back at the tracks that in evidence so clearly show.
Looking forward, a clean canvas still remains for the decisions ahead,
Like the future, open to the many pathways I might tread.
(0)
I wrote this poem after an evening stroll that reflects my mood and feelings of the moment
Liked or faved by...
