Friday, October 12, 2018

Stroll

On an early morning stroll,
Walking under trees in dappled sunlight.
In ten years, this path would again render the same imagery.

The crunchy feel of sycamore leaves underfoot;
The buckled sidewalks because of meandering roots;
The scent of flowers reaches my nostrils (always searching for sage or lavender);
The breeze almost giving me goosebumps, (wanting to reach my destination).

I remember how alive my senses are
Even at this odd combination,
The imagery recalls images of you.


12 October 2018

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