Poem, The More I Walk

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Casual trail in the snow,

Cross country skier had been there though.

Deep mountainside woods,

A place I’d been before.

Travelers on skis or foot,

Seeking distance to feel

Solitude.

No door to close,

No window shade.

The more I walk,

The more my worries fade.

The snow is colder here,

Left untouched by the sun,

Not a wrinkle for the wind to smooth.

Deep breaths massage my chest

While passing silent sentences,

My thoughts layer upon my memory.

I will recall them to be laid upon paper,

That my eyes may give an opening for retrieval,

My pen renewed my calm.

Rick Wyman, 3/20/17 6:41 p.m. Spring Equinox

One thought on “Poem, The More I Walk

  1. Eloquent in its simplicity, this is a poem that instantly I can feel in a visceral manner, remembering how many times I too have felt solitude walking in the snow, not only the woods but on quiet dark streets of Rutland with snow falling, 28-30 degrees, and no wind to speak of…or against.

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