A three a.m. rain
sprinkling
my body warm
from my bed and bare
I step down the back
steps, a splashing
on my shoulders
and then a shiver
crosses my back.
I can only really guess
at the origin,
cool air,
the dark,
the solitude –
so I will not say what was going
on. I only stepped out
into a three a.m. rain.
2 comments:
Bert - I just found your blog and have enjoyed reading it. I too, walk to the river every day, although I'm always north of the bridge near Burcham. It always seems to ground me and I never feel right if I happen to miss the walk one day. Keep writing - I look forward to reading more!
-Heather & the Beagles
Better than an apple a day. But I do like apples, just not as regularly as I walk.
Nice to hear you enjoy reading some of what I have to say. Thanks.
bert
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