Out for a morning walk

This is actually the woods behind the Frost Farm in Derry, NH. This was not the inspiration for this poem. :)
This is actually the woods behind the Frost Farm in Derry, NH. This was not the inspiration for this poem. 🙂

Out for a Morning Walk

My footfalls grate

on packed stone,

a long-gone bed

for train loads

too demanding for

these worn-out hills.

Here, a sky full of

bird talk – an owl,

a blue jay, a crow or two.

So many warnings,

a tension of tongues.

A river complains

on its way to dark places.

Earlier, I stirred names

of New England settlers

in a sinking cemetery.

Husbands next to wives:

Desire and Jebediah,

Hope and Abraham,

Julia and William.

Stones leaned back

and bowed forward.

No repose, no end

to the bickering.

Sometimes, even

a morning walk

can’t silence the din.

 

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4 thoughts on “Out for a morning walk

  1. Lovely! The photo could have been taken right here in my village about four minute walk from my door on Chemine du cascade which will lead you to a waterfall. Like you, my morning walks in these hills that surround me set the tone for the entire day. Even if I take the same route, it is always different. What is blooming today? Do I need to put a sack in my pocket for picking berries, figs, almonds or? Some days it is simply taking my camera for a walk. 🙂

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