As I walk the old railroad bed away from town
violets and periwinkles peer from bright green ground cover
and the funky protozoan scent of the Raritan fills my nostrils.
A cardinal’s scarlet flashes from a Sycamore overhead
and two gold finches,like acrobatic dandelions,
frolic through the green haze of trees.
The path is lined with skunk cabbage, daffodils and buttercups,
their mix of intention and happenstance so like life’s.
High above, almost out of range, a hawk circles.
The hum of the nearby Interstate hardly matters here.
Its slinky spasms and urgencies are no longer my problem.
I’ve traded those for the white flowers of May Apples,
emerald velvet of moss and the disappearing tail of a red fox
trotting into the trees.
The world of commerce and its stresses
computers, paperwork, clocks
and what they count
roll off me in a grateful sigh.
I have lost my job and gained the world.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
Love it. I felt like that when I retired. You have such a way with words.
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Cindy, this is beautiful. It feels as if it is coming through Mother’s eyes as well as yours. She would have loved it too!
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Really makes one think, Cynthia!
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This is beautiful, Cindy. I’m awed by your talent and love reading all your poems.
Love, Jill
On Tue, Jul 7, 2020 at 6:32 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:
> Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” As I walk the old railroad bed away from town > violets and periwinkles peer from bright green ground cover and the funky > protozoan scent of the Raritan fills my nostrils. A cardinal’s scarlet > flashes from a Sycamore overhead and two gold finches,like acro” >
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Our enforced idleness has, in some ways, been a blessing. Stay healthy and enjoy the peace, Cynthia.
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Thank you.
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Thank you, Suze.
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I love quiet time, Marti.
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Thank you, Jill. You are most kind.
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