As the Trail Opens Up by the Lake

A dragonfly buzzes close to me,

then glides back into the woods,

as I continue through the shadows, and sun

the trail opens up by the lake,

and I can sense now,

that I was never alone.

    

Note: I hope you have enjoyed the Mountain Walking series. I love writing this way.

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Walking with the Shadows

A twig snaps under my foot, as I stop in mid-stride

a crow drops noisily on a large branch,

bouncing, looking, inspecting

my progress, while I let my foot down

gently. I stand remembering

the First People,

Crow, they were called

and that chief,

named Standing Bear. Shadows

moving through the trees,

leaving only feathers –

the crow hides quietly

this time on a taller branch,

perhaps there was a ghost

brushing

against the ferns.

I start walking again, silently

with shadows blending.

    

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Mountain Walking

As you know I love the mountains, even though I’m not able to spend as much time there as I would like. And I love writing about them, and walking around observing nature. Walking is one of my hobbies too. So I’ve decided that for the next few days, I will post poems about walking in nature, and especially in the mountains.

I believe that nature can bring great healing to us, in both body and spirit.

I often think and pray while I walk, and I’ll share some of that as well.

Welcome, to my Mountain Walking series.

I wish you peace.

   

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An Evening Walk in the Summer

As the concrete lets go of the heat of the day, shade

wins the battle, turning into night

and cool air fills

our lungs, as we walk under the street lights,

holding hands

grateful

for the water fountains.

      

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My Faith VI

   

My faith tells me that fading into the wall, doesn’t bring the healing

that even as our scars itch, some still with a bandage

we need to move forward, with our brightest, sharpest

sword and our shield lifted high, until

we are fully embraced by the light

and filled, with every color

of the rainbow.

    

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An Evening Walk with You My Love

My Love, as we follow the trail around the lake, take my hand

so we can step over the rocks, finding our way

to the covered bridge, sneaking a kiss

when no one is looking.

       

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