A Walk in the Wild

there's a nip in the air -
enough to perk up
a sore, taut body
hanging in limbo,
soothed by the warmth
of last night's stove.

a soft padding of footsteps,
infused with wild wattle
and lemony eucalyptus,
and towering pine trees
looking down like sentinels
upon the narrow trail

carpeted with quaint seeds
asking to be picked,
tiny pods ripped open,
bare their darkest secrets
to a rich dirt trail -
the keeper of all secrets of yore.

wild strawberries, dainty clovers,
chilli tomatoes, jungle ferns,
passion flowers, and cherry blossoms,
lace the rocky edge,
to capture a fickle heart,
that's grown wings in the wild.

old friends walking an old path -
an old man leads his dog,
a barbet calls from the bushes,
a millipede rolls along,
cicadas go full throttle,
even silence becomes a song;

a walk in the wild -

she beckons me,
every now and then,
a wild heart
thrives in rawness,
a free spirit finds her home.