Reply To Spring
Reply to Spring
The dazzling darkness coming down the mountain
breathing and tasting… --in Spring by Mary Oliver
Stomping on crispy maple leaves
The air is wet
I pull my jacket closer
Tromping through the leaves
I breath in calmness and
Breath out hope
The cars are resting ahead
No mind
I wonder how I will scratch through the pines
Back to walking in the mountains
When all I see is bare and silent.
Copyright © Carol Kim | Year Posted 2020
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