The Walk
I am walking,
watching,
the feathers on the wrens,
shift from black to grey,
to opaque,
in the light of late day,
New Years, 2024,
while the clouds meet,
straight above the walk,
their white bursts saying,
"look! we are lovers of winter!"
until the earth's heart feels lighter
as my feet grow wings,
and just like that,
yesterdays rebellious dark
sea of thoughts
are sucked away
by a tsunami of
a new day, month, year......
igniting everything in it's path
with the hope of lengthening days,
and I tread on the ground like it's water.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2024
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