The evening sun burns with a sudden fervour,
A last burst before it glides away for the day.
The hustle and bustle of a weekend are all around me,
As I go plod, plod, plod on the winding way.
Sweat rivulets flow down my face and neck,
The gentle breeze brings some joyous respite.
The city’s drone slowly dies away,
As I go plod, plod, plod seeking some quiet.
The blue flash of a focussed kingfisher,
And the contortionist routines of the squirrel.
The crisp chatter of two raucous mynas follow,
As I go thud, thud, thud on my ramble.
The rich dark brown soil,
Receiving dried leaves worn and frail.
Ready to absorb and recreate life,
As I go huff, puff, huff up the trail.
The wind swishing through the branches,
A golden apricot poodle bounding up the hill.
A pause, a break to replenish with water,
As I go glug, glug, glug and have my fill.
A bunch of bright red flowers on a branch,
Drooping down as if the tree has overflowed.
A pitstop that brings a smile and some joy,
As I go jog, jog, jog down the winding road.
Today’s workout goals have been met,
But a walk is more than burning a calorie.
There are simple joys to be had at every step,
As I stamp, stamp them into my memory.