When Walking Poem by Rachael Flint

Steps follow steps down the single track lane
I know the deep rutted potholes,
Flooded in winter
Parched and cracked in summer.

Steps follow steps through the overgrown hedge
Twigs reach; scratch my skin – superficial marks.
Fresh and vibrant in spring
Bare in autumn, soil mimics a sunset’s shades.

Steps follow steps in circles round lavender fields
I know this path and I know this feeling -
Soft greens clash with intense violet.
Air is dense with the powerful scent.

Steps slow, I sit on the grassy bank.
My mind wanders on,
To places that I don’t yet know,
To places where I may never go.