Evening Walks

 

Evening walks sometimes lead to surprises, 

Surprises - around the corner - that do what no planning can, 

Suddenly these flowers are there, and only there on the hill, 

And, we dare not ask any questions, but do it all,

Go close in awe, look with admiration, touch with trepidation,  just be there around them,

We do not plan, but are back the next day, 

To pay respects, to thank them for being there, 

To the beauty that reminded us of Van Gogh,

Beauty that, at times, in sheer human arrogance, is brushed aside as weeds, 

Walks that gel with the silences around, 

Walks that help set the pace of our lives,

Walks where we are closer to ourselves, 

Walks, one of the reasons we are here,