journey’s end

the galaxy rises
on a quiet moon night

grasses swish
leaves shush

the night rock
still warms
from lengthening day

which brought
game and swift
prayers for small souls

thank the earth
for her gifts, the roots
bring forth their bounty

muscles ease against cooling stone
remembering a day of living

of treks into high hills
icy waters
remnants of snow
the smell of forest resins

the thin air
and sunlight
set the mind to roam