On a winter walk,
I’m bored with rhythmic trudging
On the boulevard.
I can’t stop to look
Or idly gaze on cattails
In the icy park!
Seven thousand steps:
That’s my daily requirement,
So my phone declares.
But ’round the next bend,
My eyes suddenly perceive
Unexpected art.
On a crumbling wall
Colours, lines and shapes create
A weird gallery:
Bones, skulls, animals,
And a misfit sailing ship
Delight my sad eyes.
Now, all that I see
Becomes ready canvas for
Nature’s graffiti.
Magestic towers
Stretch magic threads. Ice and snow
Become diamonds.
A white dog runs by;
A human servant bends down
To pick up their poop.
Finally, here’s home.
What balm can soothe these sore limbs?
Hot chocolate is best.
Charming, heartfelt lines
Always nice to read your stuff
Hope the drink was good.
Ha ha ha Brian.
I will enjoy every sip.
Thanks for you comment!