A Winter Run
This is a poem inspired by the winter blues and finding ways to deal with them. Running is good for the mind and body, so I've combined this notion with a natural setting. Running towards the lights of home, and freedom from stress so often felt around Christmas time. The most important light is that which we feel inside...
Running down through the forest silhouetted black, against the
burnished gold of a low winter sunset.
My feet skimming a soft carpet
of scented pine needles drifting
from a thousand trees.
Down and down through gathering
dusk, and soft night sounds,
wildlife breaks from the secret
places. Bats swooping low, brushing
my hair, a fox slipping silently
across my path, pausing for a heartbeat
his sharp-nosed head following my scent.
I breathe in the freedom that running
brings, tension releases like vapour
in the crisp clean air. Making it
easy on the downhill stretch, flying
through the twilight; stress, what stress?
The clear tones of choristers begin
to drift up from the village, with it's
windows decked in twinkling bulbs
shining brightly like the great North Star.
Christmas light is what I feel inside,
I see it with my soul, returning home with pride.
Suzanne Louise - 2019 l