Wadsworth Falls
12 miles
I stuck to the main trail and approached it like a natural labyrinth. I focused on my surroundings until I reached my destination, stopped to pray, reflect and listen then slowly made my way back along the same path until I slowly re-entered the world.
I stuck to the main trail and approached it like a natural labyrinth. I focused on my surroundings until I reached my destination, stopped to pray, reflect and listen then slowly made my way back along the same path until I slowly re-entered the world.
Tiny, quick spider
before camera can focus
she has disappeared.
before camera can focus
she has disappeared.
Sunlight uses tall bare trees, paints
bright stripes on brown and gray
decomposing remainders
of seasons past. The ones
whose leaves turn silver
under crisp waters in summer
streams now hang yellow
and limp on thin branches. Frozen
in the cold water-wind a spring
clings to rock. Twisted laurel’s
broad leaf is evergreen.
Empty swimming hole-
imported sand surrounds swamp.
No guard on duty.
New England rock wall, trees
thin and tall, moss covered reminders:
this was farm once. Now
state land. This forest is recent,
the eldest members discerned through
sturdy trunks and wide reaching branches.
Wolf trees.
Wise ones.
They remember.
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