Walks

When I am walking and a little thought
By even long and winding ways might lead
Past recollections of what life has brought,
Or what the future might in good hope breed,
Past other dreams and odd, assorted ends
Collected from the doings of the day
Not just my own, but those of family, friends,
And mere acquaintances along the way,
Past plans and wishes, jokes and sadder things,
Through all I am, and all that I may be
To you, however reached, such fresh joy springs
Into my heart, that I will suddenly
Stop in midstep and smile, and softly sigh
Then turn and kiss you when you ask me why.