4 little steps to one.
8 little steps to his two.
Rustling leaves, and
A full harvest moon.
The price of walking late at night,
Or early in the morning -
Freshly spun cobwebs,
Dew on your shoes.
Little leaf shoots,
Springing into view.
Stillness, and quiet
That honors the day,
Frames the fear and
Freezes the anxiety,
Transforming them into
a vibrant Matisse.
Expressions of self are
On the way. Freed from
The frenzy of coffee brain
By fresh air, and nature.
Because each meme has value,
and brought together,
they are profound.
All tasks have a purpose,
All things have a sound.
The woosh of the wind,
The crackle of dry leaves.
The crunch of cold
Beneath my feet.
This is not a straight path.
This path is cyclical -
Living one day at a time,
One walk at a time,
These moments are mine.