Beginning Of The Trail

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #269

Words:  soil, sky, still, bridge, needless, trim, view, mist, trail, breeze, fill, trip

A view of mist
covers entrance
to first leg of the trail.
Pale-faced and still, he watches her
pack provisions for their trip–
his first hiking experience.
Tense though he is, he has to
cross this particular bridge.
Look at her. Her face shines
radiance. She is exhilarated,
filled with certainty that he
will enjoy sky, cool breezes,
and scent of pine needles
clinging to moist soil. Her trim,
muscular body serves to expedite
his anxiety about his lack
of fitness, although she has
witnessed his body in its natural
state, and continued to date him.
Look, she says, fog is lifting.
This will be a perfect day.
As she takes his hand, he decides
she is right. The fog has lifted.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Beginning Of The Trail

  1. colonialist says:

    One hopes he can keep up with her. A real romance-killer if he is left panting and stumbling in her wake!

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  2. mzach456@comcast.net says:

    Really lovely

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  3. I like when the fog lifts…

    I intend to hike the AT with my wife, God willing, next year. I’m waiting for the fog to lift.

    Randy

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