Walk

walking, nature, path, poetry, steven humphreys

It is the middle of the night and the candle grows dim as it snuffs itself it knows sunshine will come at dawn and things will come our way in their own will not in ours and we will feel its thorns and smell the flowers coming we hear a distant caw a crooked path …

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Walking in nature’s way

nature, walking, enjoyment, wisdom

The sheer freedom of walking in nature's way confounds the mind In the world at large Free The unknown path ahead Open We love the earth We love the stars We belong to all We lose our burdens If not only For a moment Through lessons From green trees Brown dirt And granite Rocks We …