"OVER the limp and sallow grasses, Deborah, will you walk with me? You may gather gentians in purple masses And honeypods from the locust tree" - from .An Autumn Walk With Deborah' by Aline Kilmer
Come walk with me, for walking's sake,
By the cool meadow, beside the lake,
Beside the sun-warmed red-brick wall,
With nothing in mind, nothing at all;
Our destination is of no import,
The atmosphere becalmed, unfraught,
No matter the terrain be smooth or rough,
To be with you is quite enough;
Weariness has left my tired bones,
As we tread the grasses, gravel and stones,
Time passed us by long ago,
The clocks may have stopped for all I know;
Come walk with me, for walking's sake,
Our lives in balance for us to take,
Let us no longer prevaricate or stall,
I have nothing in mind, nothing at all.
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Paul Gerard Reed (
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This is such a lovely reflective poem that has the feel of nostalgia and a bit, just a tinge of melancholy, enough to make it feel as if it were painted in sepia colors. I loved the feel of it quiet and calm as a walk at twilight on a summer eve. Very nicely done.
Dear Sorenbarrett, you write such wonderful comments and make me think of aspects of the poem that I hadn't thought of. Thank you.
It is my pleasure reading poems that instill such feelings
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