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I have walked this trail
a hundred
two hundred
countless times
Started from different places
at different hours
in different seasons
There is something different
every day
gifted by the magic of dawn
At turn of seasons
today
the wood begins
to change her dress
whispers to the creatures
she feeds and shelters
that mindfulness is key
that time grows short
for preparation
Today I walk in reverse direction
and the trail looks new
by changing perspective
Nature is not stingy
with her miracles
We simply forget to look
© by Sara Sarna.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Sara Sarna grew up in a military family and says she was in her early thirties “before feeling I had roots.” She has now lived in Wisconsin for a quarter of a century. Sara has pursued various careers in the course of her life, including being a teacher, a bank manager, and a healthcare employee, but her favorite endeavors—“by far,” she admits—have been actor and poet. “They are the things that feed my soul.”
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June :
Sara - This is beautiful!
So perfect for the season of life we are all in together now - fall and this Covid 19 pandemic . . . I'm so glad I found it this morning!
Posted 10/06/2020 08:45 AM
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Jancan:
Those morning walks can be magical. Enjoyed the poem
Posted 08/01/2019 10:30 PM
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paula:
Nothing like a walk in the woods to for wakefulness. Very nice poem, Sara.
Posted 07/31/2019 06:26 PM
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Janet Leahy:
I love the communication between the wood and the creatures, urging them to prepare for a changing season. This is a lovely poem Sara, thanks for sharing it.
Posted 07/31/2019 10:07 AM
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KevinArnold:
Yes, a crescendo ending.
Posted 07/31/2019 10:00 AM
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cork:
I love your observation on the back trail.
Posted 07/31/2019 09:16 AM
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paradea:
Beautiful!!
Posted 07/31/2019 08:23 AM
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vscholtz:
Thanks, Sara, for taking me along on your morning walk. I love to travel the same places and watch nature turned by the seasons.
Posted 07/31/2019 07:37 AM
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