Few footprints mark the path that winds quietly round the lake.<\/p>\n
I go there when I need a place of peace to meditate.<\/p>\n
Now in the early spring I go to fill my cup with life.<\/p>\n
Drained by winter’s cold and trials, battered by stress and strife.<\/p>\n
Ice clumps float against the shore where tree roots lie exposed.<\/p>\n
New plants struggle to break free of woodland, decomposed.<\/p>\n
With each step down the path I take, I leave old thoughts behind.<\/p>\n
And step from out the shell I am as spring winds clear my mind.<\/p>\n
There is beauty in a quiet cove as infant waves play there.<\/p>\n
A tiny ground squirrel romps about oblivious to despair.<\/p>\n
If my load is heavy, my soul near drowned, the earth pays it no heed.<\/p>\n
Life teaming underneath the soil is determined to succeed.<\/p>\n
High above in naked trees birds congregate to chat.<\/p>\n
Some unknown whistle blows the call that brings their brothers back.<\/p>\n
Refreshed now, I retrace my steps on the footpath round the lake.<\/p>\n
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Few footprints mark the path that winds quietly round the lake. I go there when I need a place of peace to meditate. Now in the early spring I go to fill my cup with life. Drained by winter’s cold … Continue reading