Out at dawn
Her favorite trail
Open, before her
Soles, strumming the dirt
she finds a rhythm
Her heart, picks up the beat
Lifting her face
to the sky
She smiles
Inhaling deeply
Fresh Air
Sunshine
the path varies
Shadows
cast and tossed
Birds twittering
Tickling the air
ground creatures
Scuttle
Rustling the leaves
in the underbrush
All this savory
Sensory
Grounds her soul
Perfect reason
for a
Saturday stroll
The evolution of this poem opens the reader up in much in the same way as the walk you are describing would, it is refreshing and detail rich. The technical writing skilfully triggers the senses of the reader and it is a pleasure to read this poem.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
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