Tag Archives: path

Spring – walking after rain

on the path  puddles
reflecting white clouds  blue sky
days’ sweet mosaic

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014



trees stand motionless
beside the wandering path
we’re near journey’s end

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013


storm past    out walking
on the path  bright petals strewn
beauty midst the mire

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

tanka – at twilight

near the path   logs rot
covered with pale white fungi
silent soil-makers
when mind molders   what new shapes
do thoughts    whims    memories  take?

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

Walking in the rain

Walking around in the rain can be a pleasant experience when it’s warm;  you just know that, even if you’re soaked to the bone, you’re not likely to shiver, or quiver, or shake with chills.

But walking in rain in the near wintry days of November or the late Winter days of early March is a gruesome task, a punishment, almost like being in a dark, dank, flowing dungeon, waiting for the rats to appear, and – uh, oh – that shadow up ahead may be the guillotine.

At last, relief!  A cruel respite but release from the cold rain nonetheless. (But, really, what is that thing up ahead?  Oh, yes! Of course!  The massive hulk of the oak near the turning of the path…)

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Mist Walker

Along the path through the trees it seems
lamp glow lurks in the shaded barrel
of night’s revolver.  A bullet of light
pierces my eyes, surprises my soul.
In this still, momentary nirvana,
I die a deathless death, of calm, of bliss.
Morning will gather the shards of my being
to fashion again the lattice of a new day
where I’ll walk once more toward the revolver of night,
seeking my death without death in the mist.

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2011