Fresh

Fresh

 I pull the second glove on
and away I go.

Anticipating that first wash
of fresh air
Second only
to the fresh air itself

Cold, and crisp, and refreshing.
Exactly the remedy I need.

Snapped directly into focus
and on my way
mind wide open
today, left behind

Irrelevant now really…
gone with the gusts
gone and forgotten

The snow crunches under my boots
as I get going.

The meaningful part begins
with a fresh start
The same day
has fresh thoughts

Clean and clear, and refreshed.
Exactly the remedy I need.

The air fills my lungs
as I briskly walk
with my ideas
keeping me warm

Exhilarated now really…
words filling the air
snow flakes and words

Posted by ggreentree on November 27, 2014

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