through warm spring breeze and sunburned summer days
in autumn wind while yellow grasses sway;
through winter’s frost beneath a gray-green sky.
Our footsteps pad in time—a metronome,
while carefully we tread familiar trail—
past up-heaved slabs that threaten to curtail;
with intimate awareness of each stone.
It’s surely not smoothness of the road
nor bright clear days we know will never last;
but through this partnership that we hold fast—
that helps to balance life’s uncertain load.
I listen to each footfall on the stone;
our syncopated rhythm beats as one.