I love my early morning hikes
in the Georgian-woods,
where alone
I glide along,
my feet carrying me
through the zephyr-mists,
upward on the granite stairway
into the disappearing stars
& onto the bald-summit.
Happily,
I stand exposed
on another sacred-peak,
one of God's gifts
for wayward hikers,
smiling.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
I love my early morning hikes
in the Georgian-woods,
where alone
I glide along,
my feet carrying me
through the zephyr-mists,
upward on the granite stairway
into the disappearing stars
& onto the bald-summit.
Happily,
I stand exposed
on another sacred-peak,
one of God's gifts
for wayward hikers,
smiling.
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