Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Wheeling Park

(Started last fall, this one ran a bit late. Inspired by someone I saw when I got caught in the rain.)

Rain came early this year to Wheeling Park
And now barren gray trees line the walkways.
The fast fading fields are empty and brown
And the distant hills are hidden by haze.

She walked alone strolling slowly along,
Her manner as cold as the sunless day.
A cold mist hugged the ground in Wheeling Park
As her echoing steps followed her way.

How sad to walk alone in Wheeling Park
As the early rains of fall dim the light.
And summer fades to a forgotten dream,
Walking on into a cold autumn night.

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May 26, 2012 - Posted by | Poetry

3 Comments »

  1. Now I wonder about her. You introduced her and the evident desolate feel, well that’s how saw her, but then left room for the second chapter of her.? Or was that anyone of us on a day like that alone with our thoughts?

    Comment by heartspurs | May 26, 2012 | Reply

    • She was in the rain and walking slowly, just ignoring the world. The image stayed with me.

      Comment by Brady | May 26, 2012 | Reply

  2. I forgot to add that I like this very much. You made me feel the rain and the chill of the fog.

    Comment by heartspurs | May 26, 2012 | Reply


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