The Long Way Home
Tiny squeaks from out the snow
As if I’d stepped
upon a mouse
The temperature hovered at zero
A walk sounded nice
...Before I left the house...
I gave it thought
For near a moment
Trying to decide…yes or no
But a last, long look
out the frost rimed window
made me bundle up and go
The bare limbs and sere winds
Beckoned me deep
into the woods
While the piquant prickle
Of pins and needles
Bade me snugly pull up my hood
I thought only to take
A short brisk
Moonlight walkabout
But the blue of the moon
Highlighting crystals of snow
Gave me pause as to why I was out
I embraced the cold, kissed the wind,
Cradled the moon in my mittens…
and felt the snow as my own
I inhaled deeply of winter
Looked o'er shoulder at my warm abode
And decided instead…to take
…the long way home…
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David
Positively beautiful. I love to take a walk to the brook, to talk to God, the animals and nature. I read, take picture write poems for hours. Your poem touched me deeply. I wish I could have written something so inspiring of my walks.
This week, I decided I was to going to taking a walk to my beloved brook. I braced the cold and the wind, it was frigid by the time I had arrived it had started pelting hail. My feet were wet from puddles that should have been frozen as I was. I proceeded to walk around as my usually taking pictures of everything. As my toes and nose became numb it was then I realized there was not a soul around even the winter birds were tucked someplace warm. I was the only fool enjoy the brook.
After a couple of hours as I was beginning to tire, I found it so difficult to start home. I was torn. It was so serene and beautiful. My nose was running my eyes were tearing and the sun was setting. By the time I had reached home I couldn't move and my face felt like it was going to fall off. My aunt said I should buy a ski mask for next time and I am certainly glad I did. That's how Ninja woman was born. LOL
I have the the words of your poem many times and I keep going back for more.
Hope
PS.
The professional pretender is certainly a gifted one. Your profile is so humbling. Your poem was so beautiful. "We don't need no education" I am almost a professional student. I just finished another college and another career change in my 40's but my grammar is awful my spelling is worse. My vocabulary is limited. You speak inspiring words from the heart, your words are move. Don't sell yourself short.
Write on!!!
Your words give me hope, Hope
David o Whalen and welcome to the site! Many of the few comments I get seem in themselves to be worthy of being called poetry. Yours is one of those comments that contains poetry within itself. Sounds as if we're both nature lovers who love to verbalize about it. I haven't read you yet and am not by nature quick to comment, but when I do I hope, Hope, to find you write poetry as poetically as you write comments. Thanks again Hope. Appreciate ya'. I'm heading towards 500 poems under my belt now and really only like a few. This is one I kinda liked, but I think it might be a little too simplistic for most of today's readers.
You say so Much
David
I'm flattered by your reply. It is a gift to say things directly rather than beating around the bush. This is a truly wonderful poem. I envy the way you write. It's beautiful!!! Have no doubts.
Hope