Poem – Woods

In the woods
we take the worn path
of hard dirt and decaying leaves
following the recent activities
of coyotes.

Consistent and plentiful rain
has filled in empty spaces
with the silent guardians
reaching to the morning sun.

Morning Sun

Morning Sun

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