With Each Step

On a walk between rain showers

gravel crunches,

thoughts whisper,

crows call.

With each step

whispering thoughts

grow softer


only the crunch of gravel

  and the call of crows remain.


This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “With Each Step

  1. Sounds like a walking meditation. 🙂

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