Cold winter nights, fresh snow softly falling,
Thoughts of warmer days with a pack on my back,
Moving silently through the woods, boots kicking up dirt.
Newly released from winters grasp, each step a promise,
A promise of longer days and peaceful nights that bring
The mesmerizing rush of spring streams and the crack of dead
Winter limbs. As the woods open their arms and embrace each soul
As its own, we long for the simple touch of springs sweet caress.
I seek fellowship
On the white blazes of life.
Quiet steps blurred
By the shadows of hikers
Marching on the open path,
Seeking answers to
Everything, finding inner
Peace on the worn earth,
Each step a reminder of
A fomer life left behind
Starburst gum, heaven,
Liquid gold slides on my tongue.
Strawberry goo makes
Me swoon, orgasmic frenzy,
Instant moment of pleasure
A deep cleansing breath,
Inhalation provides a
Brand new beginning
Expectation seen,
The future is open and
Reality has
Put its thunderous foot down,
Marking the false impression
And false promise of
What might be, intended for
Consumption by the
Veiled eyes of tomorrow,
Peeling away the sorrow
A menagerie
Of animals, rabbit, dog
And cat, each vying
For your attention and love,
Never a quarrel or spat
Our black little cat,
With soft fluffy fur and keen
Eyes, always alert
A
Winter
Wonderland
Stands before me,
Untouched and pristine,
The soft virgin snow waits
As the flakes fall, innocent
And silent, singing a song of
Wonderment and love, asking for
Nothing but tranquility,
The scene, full of beauty,
Only to be one,
Forever lost
In the soft
White fluff,
Peace
White flakes falling fast,
Pristine wonder on broken
Limb, savor the peace,
Stillness echoing fluffy
Perfection, my heart is free
Here
I walk
In the path
Of those in my
Past, dusty boots kick
Up memories, the miles
Move on, the wind whispering
What if, the ascension of life,
Marking time only to be
Lost in the swirling mist
Of yesterday,
I still see
Promise,
Hope
The Zen Hiker 