Expectant
The path beckons me
Forward comes in daily steps
Fresh, alive, in breaths of thought.
Journey seems futile
Like chipping ice from a berg
That will never melt.
As leaves fall and dance
Only to return again,
Excitement remains.
Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Image: Autumn Path by P.A. Moore
Short and sweet. Nice.