where walk takes me

 

I’ll walk down our gravel road, usually alone with God, or sometimes with my neighbor and her boys. We chat along the way and soon we’re back home. I used to take my husky…or she used to take me (I miss my fast and furry companion). I walk a mile or two for the exercise and fresh air.

Other times, I’ll meander through our grove of trees sheltering our house and farm buildings. I go to tune in nature, clear my head and calm my heart. I listen to bird calls, admire the foliage stage of the trees or mushrooms in the grass, and perhaps pick up sticks blown down by our last wind storm. 

A bold rabbit hops closer and pauses to observe me observing him. Long ears twitch before he hops for cover under blue spruce. A black-bibbed flicker tap taps in tree until I pass below; he bobs and flits away. I startle a handsome ring-necked pheasant which whirs up, startling me. Bending down, I pick up a perfect robin’s egg that fell out of the nest, unbroken.

 

oak trees hold old leaves

prairie winds buffet farm grove

birds mourn fallen nest

 

 


Bjorn inviting us to take a walk with dVerse Poets this week…

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Victoria C. Slotto
    May 07, 2018 @ 22:22:15

    So well described. I love those walks with God (and dogs).

    Reply

  2. janicead
    May 06, 2018 @ 16:00:09

    Love to walk but still struggling with an IT band inflammation.

    Reply

  3. carolinestreetblog
    May 04, 2018 @ 09:28:11

    My kind of walking Lynn. I love the sprinkle of poetry!

    Reply

  4. Sarah Russell
    May 02, 2018 @ 11:05:01

    What a lovely walk with you today, Lynn!

    Reply

  5. hypercryptical
    May 01, 2018 @ 18:27:07

    Thank you for taking me on your wonderful walk, in tune with and appreciating nature.
    Your haiku made me a little sad.
    Anna :o]

    Reply

  6. rothpoetry
    May 01, 2018 @ 12:19:39

    Interesting… never thought of birds mourning their fallen nests!
    Dwight

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  7. Frank Hubeny
    May 01, 2018 @ 11:29:13

    Being alone with God is never being alone.

    Reply

  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    May 01, 2018 @ 05:36:13

    I love the keen eye of yours painting the nature… and finding that bird’s egg ties well into the haiku

    Reply

  9. kim881
    May 01, 2018 @ 02:34:31

    A peaceful walk and a sorrowful haiku, Lynn.

    Reply

  10. marialberg
    May 01, 2018 @ 00:15:50

    This poem holds so much beautiful imagery. You brought me to your moment.

    Reply

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