A Stroll Without a Dare

Toward the end of spring I see the settling in
Of what, you ask?
Never mind - Just settle in
In a nescient frolic,
A stubborn stroll without a dare
We walk, but most miss knowing where

Everyone just keeps looking ahead
I, I stop to look where I stand
Because while there is most certainly a path,
There are seasons too
And it would be prudent of you
To be watchful
All the way through

(Written on December 16, 2012)

© Ricky Randall
December 17, 2012