seasons pulse

by walterdoege

and the winter feeling…as the music pulse…comes up at it’s own pace…yesterday I walked along some streets…sensing the cold breeze…facing the frosty day…some drizzle, and cold weather…sensing my heart beating…up beating…sensing each bit of time…walking along the streets…a short walk…I felt my body walking in good stand…facing some café glass…I saw my image…my white beard…annoucing the time passage…I’m not so young!, nor so old…that I…my body…my soul…the hight spirits…holding in my hands the small beads…couting the beads helps me track the path, and the prayer…her warm hand…holds my warm hand…and the cold weather make us stay closer…our pulsation…was one, although we are two…she dances so well…at any season…reminding me the existence of beauty and love…like lovers…walking facing the cold day…reminds me that I dance well too…and as a walker…reminds me my endless path