walking, nature, path, poetry, steven humphreys

It is the middle

of the night

and the candle

grows dim

as it snuffs


it knows

sunshine will come

at dawn


things will

come our way

in their own will

not in ours

and we

will feel its thorns

and smell the flowers


we hear a distant caw

a crooked path

the crow flies

a branch bends

a cat looks up

as we

walk our

own path.




Author: Steven Humphreys

I have long been married and currently write poetry and health and wellness posts. I have authored several books currently for sale at most popular outlets. I hope you like my blog finding my articles informative and meaningful as well as entertaining. Let me know what you think. You can read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for stopping by!

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