a morning walk

it is just past seven when I walk into the woods this morning

a new day casts its light softly through treetops and into still-dark places

the nighttime labors of small creatures wait like ghosts in morning mist

the sun points the way, while bullfrogs and blue jays serenade

the air is heavy and humid, but cool from last night’s rain

forgotten raindrops fall from leaves and dance across a stream

the forest smells familiar, its dampness and earth like memories I can touch

they stay with me as I leave, the day so far ahead from where I started

14 thoughts on “a morning walk

  1. I will take this walk many times – in times of happiness, in times of sadness, in times of hope. What a beautiful walk alone with so much peace hugging me.

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