I walk alone.
Alone in the wisdom of the woods
Alone with the love of natures embrace
I walk alone.
Alone in each step, the drumbeat of the distant wanderers
Alone, searching for truth in the infinite space
That is the wilderness, my life, my love
Forever marking time
Footprints in the snow
Signify new life, new hope
Steady cold winds blow
Darkened days now the norm
Temperamental winds usher in a frosty reality while
Falls grasp, tenuous and slipping,
Tries to remember days lost in an autumnal haze.
Fiery reds are extinguished and relinquish themselves to blades coated in a fine morning dew.
Wasting away, the tears of tomorrow are soaked into the earth with the
Promise of a new day.
Winter
Dark swirling clouds
The slushy cocoon, a blessing
Intense
(Cinquain 2, 4, 6, 8, 2)
Winter approaches
Clouds softly explode at night
Fluffy white goodness
The silence heard from afar
Empty looks, the fear of the truth
Both committed to the known,
Each seeking the peace of the unknown
Troubled in the now,
Waiting…waiting…waiting…
Helpless and waiting for what is imagined
Hopeless and waiting, watching time slip by
Dark brown, orange and yellow life sway in the cool October breeze.
Fragile and clinging to life, each one fears what they can’t escape,
The inevitable forcing them to hold on, the quest for one more day.
The days pass, the grip loosens and darkness overwhelms them-
Floating gently to the ground, memories of sweet summer days fade.
Meeting the earth, it welcomes them promising new life, another chance
At…Death? Rebirth?
The rain has ended
Solemn skies no longer weep
Clear blue skies triumph
A slippery slope,
The mind wanders
Lost in tranquility,
Sentimental thoughts
Movement,
The slight turn of the head, a look
Delayed ecstasy, a glancing touch
Watching, wondering, feeling
The struggle continues
With each fleeting glance
He waits
Seen from afar
Calm, sweet patient longing
Words escape the obvious want
He waits
The Zen Hiker 