Brisk Morning Walk

12/23/22

Every step you take —
footprint, imprinted
on dirt, sun, or snow
remains in my brain —
a path to follow.

An image of your smile
echos through each heart
of the leaves that fell
from the trees on the
day of our brisk morning walk.

I couldn’t help but think,
from the creation of Adam
and Eve, to wars and
love and all in between,
it felt like a prologue to
us. A progression from
the world on its cusp
to finding a meaning,
each step in time,
until it places your
feet near mine. We
continued through the
grace of God, and
smelled the scent of
morning dew, and
it was then, I knew:
Every atom has led to you.