Spring Strata, poetry written by Deb Rainer at Spillwords.com

Spring Strata

Spring Strata

written by: Deb Rainer


15,000 steps states my wristband

as I take a Sunday stroll.

The scent of May blossom lingers.

Cow parsley a faint haze, fresh like a bride’s posy.

On the fringe of my memory,


half a century ago.

Plodding some Cotswold pathway to


of my grandfather’s youthful stride.

No measure of our distance

other than

a dull ache in our limbs and a slowly growing horizon.


the hedgerow smells the same.

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