It is time
to walk to the river
to welcome the year images small
painstakingly noticed and told
in simple words
in clear thoughts
My creek is like that…but I can only walk my yard unless I go to the public area and walk a stretch of it there. Sitting on my stone bench under the willow – even without her leaves and listening to the winter birds…that’s nice too.
Lovely little poem.
Thanks, Libby. I’m participating in A River of Stones again this year. I will be writing one small stone (poem or prose) each day in January. The idea is mindfulness and focus–paying attention to our surroundings in a detailed, observant way, and writing about those observations.
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