the path leads
whispers unknowing,
draws you, pines,
tomorrows to follow.
walk it with tender feet,
mild heart, searching
blind corners.
the path speaks
silent tones of hanging moss,
fallen logs, pine cones,
hear with your eyes,
color the symphony,
of so many days
walking ups and downs.
the path follows,
shadows of feel,
learned and passed,
crunch of golden pine
needles, fallen back down,
looked sweetly upon
by the sun, and the long
path, and always, you.
Lovely work – have to go for a walk under pines again – your fault
Beautiful poem, I love the phrasing.
A path I long to wander. Beautiful!
Love the photo and the poem. Was the ground in the photo curved like that or was it a feature of the lense you used?
Beautiful poem and picture, Sarah! ‘hear with your eyes’ really spoke to me.
Blessings ~ Wendy