Walking to work (or maybe the dog)

Refined 16th October 2022 from original 18th October 2013

In any season,
how nice is the low morning light,
persimmon pinks, yellows and golds,
light, softly penetrating neighborhood trees,
infiltrating the world side on,
my feet waking the earth,
my mind unrushed,
unpeeling the day ahead,
walking to work, …or maybe the dog.



Walking to work (or maybe the dog).

Wander Poetry (mine) Cold copyright information Copyright Sunda 2022