Kalyn Kershner
Familiar Paths
the beauty
of the early morning hours
The subtle
light of the not yet
awoken sun
The chill of
solitude
as no one else is awake
But the birds who
chirp as they go
about their day
I breathe in
the crisp air
as I stroll
down familiar paths
I whistle
the tune
of the early bird
and somehow
I know every word
The dew
shimmers
on every blade of grass
I realize the true beauty of nature
Every unique petal
of the flowers that I pass
Each breath that I
take
sends a calm
through my soul
Every chirp,
a whisper,
“be still” they say
For a moment
I forget
all the troubles of life
Troubles
that melt
as if they were never there
I continue
on
as the world
begins to rise
The sun
begins to shine
on all
that tried to hide
I can now
no longer rest
as my thoughts begin to flurry
But not of the things
that haunt my past
My mind it gravitates
toward new beginnings
and what the future may hold
Beams begin to shine
and warm the earth
I pluck a flower
as a souvenir,
a reminder as my adventure
comes to a close
I remember what beauty nature holds
When I walk down familiar paths