ALONE: A poem

ALONE


In the morning I will awaken, I will walk
In the clinging fog; myself
Will look about, and not see another,
Alone in the park, and break
The silence with breath and footsteps;
I will enjoy the grass and the trees
Seeing what is to see, and hearing what I can not
In the shadows of the dawn; and myself
With hands in my coat pockets,
Will smile in contentment, and
Plan for the day that will be.

***Poetry Copyright 12/2006 - Kiril Kundurazieff***

Inspired by a poem: The Lonely Death by Adelaide Crapsey, the creator of the Cinquain ( 1878-1914 ).

Tips of the Hat to fellow Stumblers Halcyonbill, for finding, and  Candycandy, for sharing further, the image above.