each day as I walk ….
…. this morning ritual
to clear my head
of the stuff
that dreams
are made of ~
~ you know
all those
discombobulated
archaic
patterns and images
that haunt a soul
from the depths
of some Jungian
collective unconscious
and too
hopefully
my steps
exercise off
the pounds
accumulated with age ~
~ this morn
I note
the dawn filled sky
has lessened in intensity …..
….. as the length of summer days
become shorter
and the chirp of birds
which announce
the new day
has given way
to the buzz of insects ~
~ the usual accompanimemt
throughout the year
for my 4 AM stroll
within the realm of darkness
lmage & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamillton~