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The Walk
I love to walk
upon a windy morning
with an aggressive sky
of dark racing clouds
that gift an occasional mist.
Grumpy brown leaves
on their way to die
flee the scattered ground breeze
only to be caught up
by a fresh whirlwind.
Autumn whispers
the promise of cooler days
where I w0uld wake—
and walk upon the morning
of an overnight ice storm
glistening in the sunrise.
© August 2022 Christopher Mercon
Source: ILA Magazine Group
