A Morning Track
Silvery-blue,
the field stretches on and on,
grass blades arcing gracefully
tipped by clear crystal drops.
A breeze brushes my face,
the sun warms my back,
bird song fills the air.
I pause, I breathe, I am…
I scan the distant trees,
searching for two points
to etch a line
in my mind and through the field.
Walking that line, I absorb
the rustling of rodents,
the silk of spider’s web,
the damp of dew.
I walk, I look, I enjoy…
Later, Milo leading,
we retrace my steps,
following the green path
through the dewy field.
Milo pauses, sniffs,
moves ahead with vigor,
excited to find the scent
and lead me along.
He stops, looks back,
a grin on his face,
a glove at his feet.
We have finished the track.
I smile, I laugh, I rejoice!
Beautiful to read your poems and thoughts Melissa, I come back later to read it again.