Boxing Day Walk

Boxing Day Walk

Puddle splattered track
Stretching to meet an endless
Azure expanse of sky which in turn
Arcs to kiss the field-flecked earth skin

I breathe in the vast bright inspiration
Of this wide, light vista
My urban charred lungs unfolding
In spirit-soaring freedom from concrete clutter

The spaciousness fills my senses
Only sparse bird call claims my listening
Alongside the rustle of foliage and
Scorched crackle of parched white bark

Whiskery wisps whisper secrets
To winter twisted twigs
Whilst morning sunlight, snared on brambles
Lies cupped in upturned leaf faces

The track trails away
Along hedge browed fields
As I turn towards the corner cottage
Taking what I can of this freshness with me