A Risky Autumn Walk
I was debating with myself whether
to go for a walk,
You know, one of those silly kinda
talk,
At first, my mind said yes and then no,
My feet, though they were aching,
said, “No excuses, let’s go”.
Cautiously, I walked through the
tree-lined country lane,
The cobblestone pathway was
full of bends and curves,
Going out just after it had rained,
probably wasn’t sane,
I murmured, Walking cheers you up
and might help my arthritic pain,
hoping to calm my nerves.
Slow and steady was my pace,
too afraid to chance a brisk,
The fresh scent left by the rain was
crisp and refreshing,
The touch of a gentle breeze played
with my hair,
Oh, that passing autumn breeze
was a mischievous tease.
As I sat sipping my cup of warm
ginger tea,
I recalled the sounds of the birds' tweeting and the sadness from
seeing the russet, orange and yellow leaves falling from the trees, a
reminder of autumn’s harshness,
Yes, the wet leafy surface was risky,
But with less pain in my feet now,
that Autumn walk was a worthy
risk.
By Zyrool
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