Twisting turning trail
Leads me to adventure
Odyssey begins.
Snaking up the trail
Dusty serpentine switchback
Chokes me in its coils.
Purples, yellows, reds
The wildflower confetti
Heralds our passage
Feathery fern fronds
Tickle me as I squat down
Who needs indoor johns?
Sitting on the trail
The stone ducks point the way
Or are they decoys?
Wilderness whistles
Of lonesome locomotives
Donkeys are braying
Cascades of water
Washing away weariness
Nature's Jacuzzi
Sun baked pine needles
For my scent memory bank
Wet green meadows
Slabs of white granite
Like my warm, enduring friends
Safe to hold on to
Filmy morning mists
Blurring stands of pine trees
Are we in Japan?
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