morning trail

every morning



my day’s salvation


an hour’s start

on a semi-deserted

country trail..

often, i share this



an occasional

 bike person

a breathless runner

or two

and an old woman

who speedwalks past


every time…

i make the requisite

eye contact

mumble a ‘mornin’

and continue on

breathing the air

digging the zen

of this solitude

listening for rustling

in the bushes

and watching the sun

make its mark through

the trees

this morning ritual

creates the template

for the day…

today, doves

whisked their brood

to the other side

of the path..

a rabbit

a feral kitten

and the sudden sun

around the bend

hoped for my distraction

and got it…

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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