I start my evening walks again
after a long gap,
plodding tired and heavy
at the end of the day
in a still chilly dusk.
Head down, I’m surprised
by clover dotting the grass,
little happy faces.
A lone ibis flies,
stretching in a straight line
for the hills of home.
Only ten minutes today.
I turn about
and the round moon confronts me
low in the sky, bright white.
I love this poem, especially the image of the 'lone ibis.'
ReplyDeleteThanks for your work,
Lorna
Thank you, Lorna. Lovely of you to say so.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice walk, I could almost see it all with you. Lovely imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes, it was nice, and much needed.
ReplyDeletea lovely poem of quiet meditation, Rosemary...the imagery and pace are all absolutely apt...
ReplyDeleteThank you Raj; I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.
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