The Hike
written by: Sherry Healy
It’s an odd enchantment, the pasture and dew
Within the breeze a flutter of blue
Their intimacy, too minute to be presumed by me
The chaotic world I wish to flee
Acres of wood, path, fawn and stream
Unknown adventure I want to dream
A Godly making I am able to see
It is bristling wind and wide green stream
A trek I use
Land, I will not abuse
Damp stone
Creatures unknown
A sudden darting fox
Mosey gritty rocks
Once a disapproving compilation
Dirt and trees my sudden sedation
Adieu (good bye)
Adieu (good bye)
My old attitude
Now I find a new solitude
No talk
Just walk
Fresh insight
Inner light
A glisten is here
A bow of rain leads my eyes to tear
Magical moments I am aware
Glow so bright in the air
Rain of happiness
I choose not to miss
Now that glow is inside of me
In these woods I am simply free
Field and mist may I lay my desire upon you
My feet heavy with sludge and shoe
My heart has seen
New life I gleam
Change in me
New I will be
Taste on my lips
Smells like rose hips
Nips of tiny bugs on my skin
I keep trudging they will not win
Oh so late now
Slumber quiet I allow
I am dank in this Fall dusky night
Drops slide down my breast
I will be alright
Peace
Release
The Hike
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