Poet's blog: "Poetry"

The walk

My bones ache

Dreading going outside

Yet I know

The dogs and I need

The walk

The skies graying

With emotion, the

Wind sweeps

The dog’s ears back

Yet a faint smile

Appears across their

Faces

The dogs’ paces

Alternate between

Bursts of curiosity

And pauses of

Physical relief

Rain falls intermittently

And I hope it

Will wash away

The wrinkles betraying

My youth lost

Then I am reminded

By the shear joy

In my dogs’

Stride…”silly human”

As if the male was to say

“There is not time

Enough to

Worry about was

And will never be again… each

Moment wasted worrying

Is just more youth lost!”

I confess with a grin

As big as the dogs’ (but

Without the tongue

Hanging out).. that

To walk is good!

Amazing – isn’t it?

Poet