A Morning Walk

I woke up early this morning

To take a well-needed walk

And though it was bright,

Much to my delight

Spring was no longer hopeful talk

Though there is snow on the ground

Everything may seem bleak

My spirit is high, my feet shuffle low

The sun soars over, the moon falls below

Faint lines of cloud streak

Even though the day goes on

As morning turns to day

My feet keep walking

My shadows keeps stalking

Time change can’t push me away

But as night falls, on a bleak note

My shadow slips away, unforming

I no longer walk

I can’t help but talk

About the walk I’d take the next morning