Time of my Life

I walk alone in the early hours,
Hear rustling in the trees,
The falling leaves
Like golden tears in the night
Settle ahead to my left and right.

I hear the clock strike,
One, two, three
And wonder what has become of me,
Where has my life gone,
As I listen to the night’s song.

A screech owl calls in the distance,
Not a sound of pain,
But a familiar refrain
From wood walks long ago,
Secret paths only we would know.

Time passes with each footfall,
My paces echo in the still,
Eerily crunching dead leaves until
The clock strikes four
And I’m far from my front door.

I turn and retrace my steps,
No-one passes, no-one to see
The shadow of the girl I used to be,
Head bowed, legs heavy, shoulders stooped, 
No-one to follow the path I have looped.

The clock strikes again, one thru’ five,
Walking on, walking long,
Working out the right from the wrong,
Chilled but not cold,
Feeling my age, yet not quite old.

My spirits rise, not far to go,
Six a.m. now, close to home,
I feel I am no longer alone,
The warmth of Love reaches out to me,
The sense of its Peace setting me free.

I hasten my steps, seeing my goal:
My mind clears, the mist lifts,
The unimportant things are dismissed,
The welcoming light shines in His eyes,
As a New Day begins with clearer skies.

dark dawn


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Time of my Life

  1. Reblogged this on INK AND QUILL and commented:
    A very inspiring uplifting post for you to enjoy! A pleasure to read.

  2. This is so beautiful!

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