Wednesday, November 4, 2015

ON THE GREEN MOUNTAINS

How close are we
to verge of our journey
up the Green Mountains
as our hiking boots turn
in an unseen silence
sighting a deer in first light
a morning fills with frost
encircled in a path of snow
sheltering words in these lines
which emerge outliving our time
from an earth-wise nature
on this Fall seasonable pike
as flakes drift trekking 
from Vermont's long memory
in white coated anonymity.

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