A Leisurely Walk Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

As though the moments of a stroll
Took place only in the traveler’s mind
Scents of wild flowers and damp moss
Cling as silent footsteps are left behind

Autumn colors continue to fall revealing
A sky of blue with cirrus clouds streaking
Hovering, yet moving at a steady pace
Forecasting fortune and fate without seeking

A leisurely walk leading down a winding path
Into and through a towering forest graced
With bent branches and rustling leaves
As a thicket grows and traces are erased

revised
3/31/08