Dec 2, 2007

Walk

My contribution to Sunday Scribblings #87 - Walk

free steps
swaying hands
relaxed shoulders
gentle motion

I walk
towards my destiny
I smell
red roses

Fully blossomed
on either side
with dew drops
stay abide

blushing towards
the reddish sun
blossoming in
serene beauty

My legs rejoice
my heart enjoys
my eyes glisten
my face brightens

birds in harmony
reciting a symphony,
"morning's here
fly with no fear"

The woods
feel fresh
I dance
and relish

my best buddy
offered by nature,
my everyday walk
on this green pasture

5 comments:

paisley said...

i feel as if this is almost a dance... very lovely.....

Linda said...

You've captured what I feel every night when I go out for my walk! Nice job!

Rob Kistner said...

I found this very engaging... ;)

tumblewords said...

This is smooth, rhythmic and gentle. Very nice...

UL said...

"free steps
swaying hands
relaxed shoulders
gentle motion"

caught me quick and lead me to the end, beautiful poetry. Thank you for sharing.

UL

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