Early Walks The world was still asleep. My silent steps disturbed no one. The stillness of the ducks & swans Necks turned & tucked, Like ornaments in the grey-light, Glistening with dawn-dew. Even the wind was not ready To awaken the leaves. Not yet it whispered. Not yet. The Morning Constitutional 5 mile walk at 5:40am around Worcester, by the race course and the River Severn and back along the canal. I am fortunate to live in a very picturesque city. #morning #walks #peace
I took a walk
On spring's gentling breeze
And floated upon the birdsong.
I swirled in river eddies
And bowed with the reed banks.
I took wing with the butterflies
And burrowed with the shrews.
I scuttled with quickening squirrels
And hid within rustling hedgerows.
I stood solitary as the ancient oak
And burst with flowering buds.
I shimmered with the sparkling fish
And hummed with the bees.
I drifted in the sunshine haze
And vanished in the high
A bench by the river,
Soft flow with birdsong
And winds blowing an unseasonal cold,
Amongst clouds that languidly float
Reflected in the river calm.
Dogs pass on eager walks.
Or curious, appear by my side uninvited,
A sniff and a cocked leg and not even a goodbye.
The owners cock an eyebrow
And cast a hurried hello.
The joggers and walkers
Dodge the cyclists and talkers,
Jumping at insistent bell rings
That chime with the cathedral
As the hour moves to eleven.
Here is London
I walked along the canal
The air held the chill of winter
And the sun hid behind grey-wall clouds.
The canal teemed with life
Where the whole world was present
And peaceful met.
A suggestion of a smile
From the kohl eyes behind the chador cloak.
And the Muslim greeting of peace,
From an Arab in flowing white thobe.
A dignifed good morning from the bearded Jew,
Hat brimming black and happy content.
And the Somali and the Nigerian and the Kenyan a
Winter Walks I walked in light
That dazzled and dulled
Through a tunnel of boughs
All stripped of leaf
And stripped of thoughts
The only sounds
The gentle crack of fallen twig
And the exhalation of breath and branch
That disappeared as memories
Of summer gone and autumn chill
I walked on
Further into winter
And the light changed to snow
Memories were once more
Covered and muffled and mute
Dormant until spring again to emerge
And tree buds to life
Where new t