A Long Walk
You’re the morning breeze; The song the sparrows sing; Every glint and golden beam, Shining through twirling leaves. You’re the sprawling vine; Foliage falling to their kind; Each color bidding me goodbye; The squirrels gathering their prize. You’re the biting wind; A painted sky in beryl tinge; Flakes glinting as they spin; Over wheels to line the ridge. You’re the fragrant bloom; The shadow of a fading moon; Within each grain of sandy dune, Life springs up to sing your tune. You’re the falling rain; The writhing worms having their day; A trickling flood carefully arranged, To wipe tomorrow’s dust away. You’re in every step; Woven in the spider's web; Beyond the farthest depths, And every branch you’ve kept.
Adeline Cruz braves the bitter Minnesota winters alongside her partner. A lifelong educator, Adeline takes inspiration from the transformation power of writing. When she isn’t composing poetry, you might find her whipping up a new recipe or meandering through a state park.