The Walks
The Walks
I walk
And the trees talk
I watch
for signs of wonder
As white winged creatures
flutter by.
The king of the great expanse
so giving of its radiance.
Yonder are the wispy clouds, inconspicuous as mare's tails.
As beyond the azure sky,
a perfect calmness.
If I could reach (you) heavenward,
a respite and a bliss!
Joyous wind is singing to me now,
calling,
befriending.
Paint me then the smile of Mona Lisa
that never fades.
Brush strokes by the Fates.
Soles of my feet
against the heaven's footstool --
uncomplaining.
Oh, the many walks.
What a joy the bosom finds!
my heart is swelling.
As I take these outside wonders
within,
divinely inspiring.
Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013
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