My Walden

A foggy evening following a chilly day of rain.

Thoreau had his Walden, I have what are called the twin lakes by my city's high school.

I've walked round it with a new babe, with children, husband, pals, but mostly alone, countless times. 

Said goodbye to scarred trees marked with a slash of orange by the city for tear down, celebrated new green life, 

marveled at the ice capturing the water in winter.  Inspiration for a dozen poems, a testament to finding beauty in our daily lives.

And a heartfelt thank you to Parks and Recreation who laid down the fresh mulch on the walking trails

And cares for the beautiful greenery.