On my morning walk
 
three crows keep me company—
 
one calls out my name.

 
 
 

first journey of spring—
 
a quick walk around the block
 
between rain showers

 
 
 

First long walk of spring—
 
on a blossom-strewn pathway
 
my feet start praying.

 
 
 

Zero Fahrenheit—
 
we bundle up in woolens
 
for a woodland walk.

 
 
 

Deep in thought I walk
 
round and round the labyrinth,
 
ignoring the sky.

 
 
 

I greet the new year
 
with kolaches, black coffee,
 
and a three-mile walk.

 
 
 

Walking through the woods
 
on Thanksgiving afternoon—
 
this is feast enough.