The Saturday morning walk is
different from a weekday walk.
Some of the other dog walkers are familiar,
but the runners are not.
The streets are quieter,
with fewer people
on their way to work.
Today, it’s sunny
and the sounds of birds fill the air.
As does the staccatoed hammering
of the northern flicker
atop the telephone pole
excavating
a nest hole.
Sunday mornings
are surprisingly busier
as golf carts shuttle parishioners
to the white church
around the corner
and those fortunate to find parking
walk to the service.
But this Saturday morning
things are still quiet
as we mosey along
stopping to smell the flowers –
daffodils and crocuses –
that seem brighter than yesterday
on this sunny morning.
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Every warm day and every vaccine brings us one step closer to a better world. Your flurry of increased activity is encouraging that our days of winter hibernation may be nearing an end.
Sometimes after a busy week a quiet walk on the weekend is just what is needed.
What an enjoyable Saturday morning to write about. We all seem a little brighter in the sunshine.
Richard must be enjoying the longer spring walks! I really enjoy my weekend morning walks and I’ll be so glad when I can count on the walk to be a warm one.
He certainly is!
Now that sounds like a very peaceful way to spend a Saturday morning!
It sounds like a lovely walk. I can’t wait until we see some flowers blooming up here in the northeast. I am just happy to see that the snow is almost gone.
Love walking through that calm walk with you.
Beautiful expression of what sounds like a lovely weekend morning walk.
It sounds like you are mindful while walking. It can be very soothing
There is such a calm to reading this poem. I feel more at ease after reading it – thank you 🙂
Oh how I love my walks. You have me thinking about how walks are different on different days. I’m heading out soon with my pup and my family!