The snap of the branches underfoot
watching where I walk
the path refracting the light
the mica reflecting the sun beams
the granite crumbling
the rocks hewn by the winds
grabbing a hold of the birch
to steady my steps on the ground
oak leaves and white pine needles
giving to balsam and cedar
scrub more as I climb higher
junipers, granite outcroppings
lichen and moss in their lee
huddled against the wind
when I reach the summit again
February 11, 2010
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Wonderful imagery here. I can easily see and feel what's going on. "Huddled against the wind..." can have a multitude of meanings. That's the strength of this poem, I think.
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