Gayla Jay: Walk With Me

A poem by my sweet beautiful friend Gayla...

~ Molly

Walk With Me

Walk with me
Carry my bag from the car
You know I'm tired 
As always.

It's a long way to be with you
To hear the wind in the trees and watch 
The fog in the valley below

Walk with me
Hold my hand as we go
Into the big wood to
The small pond

The ground is moist and 
The wetland is scented with
The smell of growth and decay and
Somehow love.

Walk with me
Keeping silent
Noticing how loud
The silence is

It's a long way to be with you
Gratitude binds my return
To you, the big wood, the
Open fields and more

Walk with me

- Gayla Jay