Three Walks

I've had a few weekend walks 

in the City Where the Water Bends 

over this winter and this spring.

I've watched the light begin to peek

out from bare branches

and around the corners of row houses,

and watch life begin to burst at the seams. 

On my first walk, in February, the light

was still sharp and hard.

It was cold, relatively speaking;

leaves were dark and held themselves stiffly,

not wanting to give in too much.

On my second walk, on Easter weekend,

the light was round and golden, billowing

and the plants had given in, covering themselves with flowers.

The sun pushed its arms in through windows

 and leaned up against walls, 

full of rejoicing.

Then, this weekend,

it was summer,

we were sure.

Do you like to take walks?

How do the places on your route change as the seasons pass?

What do you think about while you are walking?