As Darkness Falls (Written May 23)

As Darkness Falls

 

Logging roads of gluey clay

Lead through densely growing

Spruce and pine to where

 

The terrain, more rock than

Earth, begins to rise. A deer

Turns and flees. Spring’s

 

Run-off gurgles further in.

A chickadee, dissimulating, sings

Gaily. Hard packed mountain

 

Snow blocks the way. A swarm

Of bees drinks from a fountain.

Our hiking boots are heavy

 

With mud and indecision.

Words remain unsaid. A bevy

Of quail watches from above.

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