Walk on a warm day

I walked through the streets for miles

towards what, I don’t really know.

Into something or away from something

this feeling I can’t really name.

Through piles of leaves that have helplessly fallen

and covered the earth in red.

Through trees and bushes all the colors of fall

on an unseasonably warm day.

I am walking to sort out the tension I feel

walking to clear out my mind.

Walking to bring me back to the place

where there is nothing but thankful joy.

I am trying to quiet the voices I hear

the opinions of what I should do.

I am concentrating on one step then the next

to find the quiet space where I feel.

     It’s simple really after hours on the road

                   to lovingly come back home.

         To see you sitting in the afternoon sun

                your face lit in a gentle glow.

               The day is slipping slowly away

                 the metaphor a little to real.

       I want to wrap you in this moment forever

        before the winter chill enters the room.

            I am here today and here with you

              and forever I will recall this day.

      The warm soft sun on a gentle afternoon

           when life couldn’t steal away time.

*being thankful, prompted by dversepoets.com*