Wednesday, July 16, 2014

My Walk and The Poem

You know how I love my after supper walks. A few nights ago I took another after I realized how long it had been. It amazes me – every time – how I can walk the same road and see new things. Or, perhaps I should say, my mind wanders in new directions. This time poetry tapped me on the shoulder and I got this down almost before I had my sneakers off. So here’s a peek into my evening.

Back Road

I walked the back road tonight
while the sun tugged the sky away
Houses huddling against the tree line
gray fox dashes away there ahead of me
glancing back quick

The air silken and sweet
all ready for the buck moon rising
Calling from around the corner
a deep patch of fragrant red clover
I stoop to pick three

Blackbirds greet me at the bend
aware but not looking
pecking bits from the ground
I get too close
off they go!

Thorny blackberry branches reaching
for the last sunny rays
winter’s not far – don’t think that!
Mr. squirrel, that scamp
of the woods, scurrying away

Now at the crossroads
where a neighbor planted pines
giant sentinels saluting the
cautious  remnants of a summer day
God’s royal guards

The house is not far now
waiting for me, solid and still
glad that I’m returning
clover in hand and already
sighing for tomorrow

Image: Free Digital Photos


  1. Jennifer Brown BanksJuly 16, 2014 at 7:53 AM

    You should publish a poetry book, Sue. :-)

    1. Aw, Jen. Thanks. Means a lot coming from you!

  2. I can almost feel the crisp fall air.

    Well done.

    1. Ewww. Not ready - at all - for that. Shivering.