January 25, 2010

• A Winter’s Day Walk

  walking
  upon frozen ground
  crackling spines of pine cones
  wondering and searching
  hoping to be alone

  earth
  drained
  from winter cold
  I will set
  dream some dreams that were never told

  sky
  painted purple
  overlayed with hues of gold
  too tired to rise
  God allow my life to unfold

  wind
  endless
  hardens the ground
  listen I will
  as pine needles compose their sound

  walking
  upon frozen ground
  crackling spines of pine cones
  searching in wonder
  realizing I am not alone ©2010

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