Wednesday, March 19, 2014

{me again}


High desert sun, cold sharp breeze, winter brown grasses and summer blue sky; 
Harsh smell of spring on brightly chilled air, pounding of heart, wind on hair;

I run.

Limping gait, rippling lake, lagging dog, dragging my mind from fog; push past pain. 
Gasp, dry rasp, parched throat, burning arms, chilled legs, shed coat;

I spread my sun-starved bare soul.

Slow gained speed, aching knees, heart breaks free,
           I’m almost me again.



Poetry and photography by me

3 comments:

  1. I told you running isn't normal! Just kidding.....nor really....but a beautiful piece of poetry, and I'm overjoyed at the thought of you running again.

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