Summer dusted glaze
Slurrystreams down the path
Washing dust
Broken leaves
A few faded hopes
Dreams
Memories of heat
Away
Raindrops crash all around
Few managing the full descent to the trail
Canopied by the exhaltation of the forest
Branches stretched in supplication
Victory
Protection
Hat topped and impervious
Striding stewardly
Through shadows
And the falling leaves
At peace
In this dark landscape
Realizing this gift of safety in the night
Security
Fearlessness
Innocence
Is rare, so very rare
So deserving of my delight
Nightsmiling I ascend hilltop high
Watch the glow of the city
Spread out below in shrouded glory
Appreciating
This uncommon beauty
Of a rainswept night
David Trudel © 2012
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Okay, and thanks! Check out some of my other stuff – in other categories like Musical Vignettes and Prose and Social Commentary.
gorgeous word-painting here, David.
Thanks Susan. There are so few places left in this world where its safe to venture forth in the dark in an urban setting, or close enough to it. I really do appreciate the good fortune of being able to walk in my forest in relative safety, at any time of day or night.