The Long Night Walk
By kenp
Down this darkened path where feet take me today, each step presses deep into imprints before of past history Fresh crisp sounds rolling off cold feet, echoing throughout silent snow capped peaks then softly disappear into blackened valleys deep. Flowers once bloomed along the winding edge, moths in cocoons now peeking out from frosted beds where beauty once bloomed. Petals I had known vivid reflections now, aromas awaiting an early spring thaw Forlorn howls reverberate out from forest deep returned within a heartbeat from several miles away. Songs that they are singing run shivers to the bone, another minus ten added to the cold. Night wind softly blowing unveils her lovely face fondly gazing down, guiding me through this night The darkness slowly clears a door before me there, the cresent shape etched there, relief is surely near These are a few fond memories of nights when I was three when my dear old grand pappy walked to the outhouse with me. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 10:44 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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