A poem: Steps to Stillness

My poetry only seems to flow when I am in beautiful places. This one was written in the Shropshire hills, inspired by the stillness of the trees. 

Steps to stillness

Step one: Moving quickly, adrenalin perceived as energy, outward focus, unaware.

Step two:  Slowing down. Still covering long distance though. Beginning to see. 

Step three: Moving - but not far. There is something nearer to home. Reverence and awe for surroundings beginning to seep in. Fleeting glimpses of peace - this is new. 

Step four: Adjectives begin to fly: tranquility, satisfaction, contentment, quiet joy, more awareness, presence. Is this love?

Step five: Stop stepping.