the longer way round?

stepping over each brown crisp leaf

scattered across the lush wet green grass

my path zigzags over the ground

and takes my feet further than they need

but the focusing on each tiny leaf

and its own tiny cosmos

and my longer happier route

is worth every tiny fragile vein

sketched upon each vibrant little leaf

and every tiny little smile that escapes

from between my cold red lips


© E.Bevan 2012