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Winter’s journey, preparing to expire
Arctic cold and wet snow, moving aside
Back in the neighborhood, spirit on fire
More than ready, empty sidewalk can’t hide
Dressed in layers, protected from the brisk air
Total darkness masks the pre-dawn heavens
Not even the moon can offer a flare
This walk takes off, two hours before seven
The pace awakens long-dormant muscles
Stay alert, skewed sidewalk lurking ahead
Heading for home, the final pace hustles
This quiet journey, beats sleeping in bed
Coming days welcome a season of spring
Allowing more walks, a waiting heart sings
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What a great walk! Love the poem and love the pic at the end! So true!
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Beautiful poem, love the last two lines.
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Vividly beautiful!
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I would love this walk.
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Thanks for sharing your walk! 🙂
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Beautiful…I love especially…….”Coming days welcome a season of spring”
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