Poetry From The Heart
Whispers of wind nip my ears and face
a cool reception for an early morning walk.
Sunbeams gesture from low in the sky
the earth’s warming from a cold night.
The lane isn’t too inviting as my footsteps
follow behind me along the woods edge.
Mountain laurels scowl like they’re listless
trees erect…naked brazen mannequins
waits for their garments like in a store’s window.
Crows squawk fussing at me
a mixture of highlights glint from feathers.
A smell of a winter’s storm dawdles in the atmosphere.
A red barn adds some life to my sun-up scene
adds spirit to my morning ritual along the path.
A whippoorwill serenades in melodious tunes
takes me back to childhood days of singing.
This walk fills me with motivation and energy
bestows blessings to accept the goodness of life.
I’m deep into the lane when I see an injured squirrel;
a forager sets in wait in a tree anticipating its prey.
I rush the critter along until I see its busy tail wave
intentions to save its life, a hope for an existence.
Bushes in the woods miss their bushy skirts;
running emits thankfulness for another day of life.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.