walking along the path

petals of pink and yellow

brown and tan cover the cold

cement walkway

a mosaic of color to lead

me into the old buildings

in the country

i love to come here

it is so peaceful

at least it was until

he soiled it

even that small space of peace

is now gone

the anger upset insults

that have placed themselves along this

beautiful have been soiled

it is going to be a long winter

but in the spring

all things will be new again

and so will my beautiful walkway

of peace

the winds will pick up and carry away

these scared fragments

making way for a wondrous new beginning

the sun will shine and renew my flesh

and the warn breeze will fill my nostrils

and all will be as it was

before

petals of pink and yellow

brown and tan

a mosaic of color