walkingstick poems

  1. in the fog,
    the ‘click’ of wood on stone:
    my walkingstick knows the way
    along this road.
  2. at my feet,
    high mountain flowers:
    my walkingstick
    leans against a tree.
  3. without this stick where would I be?
  4. wobbly legs,
    I become old:
    just in time to be a grandfather!