Morning Walk

The bush is calm
The trees at peace
Not a murmur  
Not  a sound
Not a ripple from above
 
There are the days
When they speak and sway
Stirred by the breeze  
You hear their chatter
But not today
 
Away from the traffic
The wrens rejoice
And flutter before
Looking for breakfast  
On this well worn track
 
The air is thick
With a dampness that is seen
Cathedral like
Are the rays of sun
Shining between the silent gums
 
Sweet smells of air so fresh
Bring me alive
Ducks by the pond
are where they roosted last night
The call of the peacock fills the glen
 
The symphony cockys of peacock  
Of wren of whipping bird too
The ferns are closer
Sways of bracken
Invading the track
 
The sun is behind
My shadow in front
Breathing is heavy
Gum flowers like carpet
Litter the track  
 
I pause for a moment
The crackle of pebbles
There is someone behind
I Quicken my pace  
I struggle for air
 
Why am I embarrassed
Writing poems to you
Deep in the bush striding along
An elderly couple what was to fear
I was only walking and writing
 
But - the poem was for you my dear