A Walk Poem

A Walk Poem
B. N. Dulka
7-Sep-2009

A cicada calls out to its lover
A rabbit returns to the thicket
Tall grasses brush against my bare knees
The ground below me is damp, the air warm
As summer gives way to autumn
I am in the place of my youth
This path is disappearing
Its mother beckons it home
These woods are alive
Between eroded earthen walls
A shallow crick flows
A frog jumps into the water