We stroll along the trail.
Such a bright sunny day!
So sure of the hard dirt underfoot,
The wind on the right cheek,
The sun on the left shoulder.
Trees stand as sentinels,
Their leafy limbs laugh in the sunlight.
Ranunculus and blue bells
Peek among the greenery.
The soft sussurration informs
On grasshoppers, beetles, bees.
Shadows seep out longer,
Rustles grow more ominous.
Each tree a twin of the one before.
All colors fade to grey.
Directionless forks
And the sun gone down.
The lure of a rock
To sit, to stay--
So tired.
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