Nightwalk in December

It’s come to my understanding that an extra second has been added to the end of this year to adjust the atomic clock. Great, that oughta get me caught up!

I don’t often write poetry—like maybe once every other decade—but a couple of years ago I came up with this.  It’s my testament to how the walks I take every evening help to balance and ground me.

Nightwalk in December

Dark, cool, wet caress

Mother Nature’s hand against my cheek

Slip inside my soul

Soothe me

Ease away the yang of day

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