Poem- Walk

Posted: November 16, 2015 by J.A. Prentice in Poem, Uncategorized
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Soft earth underfoot

Grey skies overhead

The air is thick with petrichor

It remembers the rain

I’m moving without thought

Gliding steadily on

The cold wind tugs at my jacket

My feet go one after the other without being told

They need no instruction from me

I give myself to my thoughts

Letting them settle on my mind

Like frost on a winter morning

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