Snow -
enough to cover, not to shovel -
squeaks
under my feet.
Bitter cold
burns my cheeks.
Walking alone
is painful.
I raise my face
to the sun.
Walking Alone
Tag: walking
Learn by Going
I learn by going where I have to go.
Theodore Roethke – The Waking
I have learned to walk without a destination, except movement, grateful for the places unfurling before me. Where the twisting path ends, where I have gone my distance, is carefully limited now. I rest briefly then rise and continue alert for random beauty, walking forward till the destination we all encounter halts me.
Learning Living 