Wilderness Poetry

October breeze

And the October breeze
Lifted the desiccated sycamore leaves
Revealing the curving, crumbly path
And paw prints of scurrying night

And the October breeze
Lifted these dormant limbs
Revealing lightness in this gravel-smooth path
And small thoughts of scurrying together in low light

A memory of being together
From a shimmer in a dragline silk
Streaming cloudless in the light
A phantom of your hair in the October breeze

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Primitive Joe

Challenging backpacking trips, zazen, contemplating the lens through which I view the world, and a love of discovering new things drive my appreciation for this place we live.