And So, I Walk...

 
(all photos by PSC)

And So I Walk...

I like to write, and so I walk,

seeking out the just-right idea or

image; inspiration to fold into a poem,

so someone might see what I see,

feel what I feel.  Sometimes,

I hike for miles searching

for the perfect word,

or turn of phrase.

My favorite walking spot:  the

reservoir trail, where inspiration

sparkles on water’s smooth surface,

tumbles intently over the falls,

peers out from periwinkles,

primps amid sweet peas, nests

among feather ferns, dances

in lady slippers, waits patiently

with the waif-like ghost plants.

I walk in rain and snow and fog,

sometimes stumbling upon

idyllic images glistening in the mist.

Pictures pour down on me with the rain

or blanket me in soft snowflakes.  At

end of trail, I visit with a solitary pine,

guardian of the falls, who whis-

pers his secrets to me, and then,

I turn around, retracing my steps,

searching out something

I might have

missed.

PSC / Apr 2009

periwinkle  /  sweet peas    /  feather ferns  /   lady slipper / ghost plant