I love the sound of gravel shifting beneath my step,

and the squish of the earth that sinks with my shoe.

I love the cool whoosh of air that sweeps my face in the valley,

and the warmth when the forest softly nudges me out.


I delight in the play of an abandoned acorn

that begs me to kick it along the path.

I smile at the sound of children’s happy shouts from my memory

at the base of the sledding hill.

I savor the consoling pass of water on its way to the sea,

with graceful turns and tranquil pools where it rests.

I am captivated by the freedom of the meadow that rolls

at the crest of a long ascent.

I am grateful for the grasp of the old stand of trees

that help me to the lookout bench.

Maybe the next time you won’t require as many breaths of me

as I venture your boundary.

NaPoWriMo Day 13  Take A Walk


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