Rock and Root, a poem
Thoughts on the trail one fall morning in 2014.
Rock and root,
Glistening slick from night’s refreshment.
Away from the rain-shy crowds left at the rolling hills,
Higher in, peaceful fog,
The cover of wistful solitude.
The forest’s silence broken only by
Distant planes, brutish trains and emergence of human’s voice, strained.
In morning’s solace, nothing clearer.
Steady footing often a luxury,
Light and swift on narrow paths.
Mountain’s peace, the effort’s reward.
Read more poems on Hippocamping Poetry, a collaboration of Joel Reid and John Weirick.