inroad spring

"Inroad Spring"

 

the track runs through low scrub,

a thin line worn by weather

and countless soles before.

springs self reveal in small ways-

a warmer breath of wind,

a looseness in the soil.

 

I keep on without rush.

those who steadied me

walk with a quiet weight,

not pushing, not pulling,

just keeping their pace

as the ground shifts under us.

 

behind me, the old house sits

with its doors half-closed.

old worry turned sharp,

loss talk grown tight.

I leave it as it stands,

rooted in its own season.

 

out here, the brush moves easy.

a few birds lift and settle,

unbothered by my passing.

the road gives only what it can-

dust, a bit of warmth, spring

bubbling from dirt and stone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A slow walk in a sigh of calm. Quite lovely Freds. I found tranquility here.

Chris

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Chris🙏🏻🕊️
Freds.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Like a still life painting that you can almost hear breathing.
Such beauty in this write..."the brush moves easy"---love that line.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks, J. May our days be so. 🙏🕊️
Freds.