Heart To Heart Poem by Matt Mooney

Happy that the uphill climb is over,
wide awake and I'm walking better,
breathing in the healthy country air
where the hawthorns are still bare
in hedgerows that shelter strollers.

The roadside streams go on and on
soothingly to my ear on either side,
in places running after recent rains;
deep drains coming from the fields -
intricate arteries of the living earth
gurgling their greetings on arrival.

Here there is a kind of conversation
between these waters and my blood
that runs with silent life within me:
the great heart of it beats with mine,
celebrating that all is well just now;
we both agree that the spring is near
and I go on walking down the slope
in harmony with what I see and hear.