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…
a poem in my pocket 
May 07, 2018 @ 22:22:15
So well described. I love those walks with God (and dogs).
May 07, 2018 @ 22:23:15
Yes 🙂
May 06, 2018 @ 16:00:09
Love to walk but still struggling with an IT band inflammation.
May 07, 2018 @ 22:09:30
Sounds painful 😦
May 04, 2018 @ 09:28:11
My kind of walking Lynn. I love the sprinkle of poetry!
May 04, 2018 @ 13:46:33
Thank you, Caroline!
May 02, 2018 @ 11:05:01
What a lovely walk with you today, Lynn!
May 02, 2018 @ 11:47:11
Thanks for walking along!
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]
May 01, 2018 @ 22:17:56
Yes, it always tugs my heart to see a nest down.
May 01, 2018 @ 12:19:39
Interesting… never thought of birds mourning their fallen nests!
Dwight
May 01, 2018 @ 22:18:58
I think I can hear it in their calls/cries.
May 01, 2018 @ 11:29:13
Being alone with God is never being alone.
May 01, 2018 @ 22:19:11
So true!
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
May 01, 2018 @ 22:19:57
thank you, Bjorn
May 01, 2018 @ 02:34:31
A peaceful walk and a sorrowful haiku, Lynn.
May 01, 2018 @ 22:21:08
thanks for walking along 🙂
May 01, 2018 @ 00:15:50
This poem holds so much beautiful imagery. You brought me to your moment.
May 01, 2018 @ 22:21:47
I appreciate your comment!