I have an alone path
of words
that opens up
inside me
when all noises die down.
The light is either my own
or taken from others
who have gone before.
I have now
all the time of the world
to walk forever.
I am glad
I have no hurry
to reach a destination.
I let my brown leaves
have their autumn fall,
and am ever ready
for those winter days
when they will hibernate.
Even if no spring ever shows up
I have still
so many trails
others have left for me
to enjoy the walk.
Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Path @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Even if no spring ever shows up
I have still
so many trails
others have left for me…just love that Sumana..very well written.
WOW! I wish I had written this! But I never would have found the peace that lows through your words and meter. Wow. I am in love. This is my new favorite poem EVER.
This is gorgeous writing, Sumana ❤️ I love the optimism and spark of hope in “Even if no spring ever shows up I have still so many trails others have left for me to enjoy the walk.” Beautifully penned❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is so beautiful…. peaceful path opened up inside me as I read. THank you, my friend. Especially this morning, these are the words I needed.
Having many trails from which to choose can lead to confusion or delight. Which will it be?
This is beautiful and hopeful!
Another beautiful piece that lifts my heart to read.
Sumana, this is an absolutely stunning poem. I needed to read this today! Even if there IS no spring, we MUST enjoy the paths/ trails wherever they lead. You really are an inspiration, my friend.
What a perfectly beautiful poem accepting life as it is given to you.
Beautiful…. aah!
How lucky can one be. To be tuned to unexpected episodes can be useful in life.
Hank
Thank you, Sumana, for giving me a sense of peace.
“I have an alone path
of words
that opens up
inside me
when all noises die down”
Just amazing and beautiful lines
An inspirational poem
A lovely write, Sumana. The resignation that you have expressed is so foreign to many people in today’s society where the lure of the carrot at the end of the stick is all that keeps so many billions around the world trudge towards a promise of a Spring that almost never comes to them. Pity they miss so much of the journey…
Soulful verse.