I’d like to share a poem of mine here on Medium called ‘The Winding Way.’ :) It’s an older poem of mine, which I published in a book called Enchanting Whispers, Romantic Dreams.
The Winding Way
A roughened path of silver stone,
Meanders over rolling hills.
Its way beckons to bare feet,
But the lush grass is more welcoming.
The winding way is fractured now,
Granite broken and crumbling.
Patches of moss grow wildly,
Between mismatched stony toes.
Eroded segments of earth
Are stepping stones; surfaces marred
By the elements despite
The sheltering canopy and illusions of providence.
Thanks for reading my poem. :) Stay tuned for more poetry and short stories here in the near future. You can read some of my other Nature and Life Poetry here:
