Brisk Amble

The turning spring to summer afternoon,

where apple and cherry blossoms bloom

Fleeting sun kissed dreams

wash the rolling hills that spill

Emerald sea of grass ocean waves

undulating in a swirling breeze

A living carpet green that

whispers beneath the trees

Down the dell and to the glade

in blackbird song thrush serenade

Flocked birds swim, the warm west wind

glide their realm in swoop and skim

Dart in and out, in between

trees full leaf, of new fresh green

in the brier the rustlings stir

creatures slink, seen flash of fur

Tumbling cloud, on clear azure

Catching breath, air clean and pure

 To the summit, inspiration point

panorama meets eye, as to anoint

Across the miles of patchwork field

bounty grows, her feast to yield

Far off horizon, sweeps to the sea

Existence witnessed here to be

So to turn, to homeward bound

full blessed of all, my eye has found

Descending from the crest of hill

with ease the downward join the spill

Elated as the walking would

endorphins flooded to the blood

Exercised both, body and mind

this trail to walk again, Must find