dark cracked mud beneath my footsteps
a canopy of green above my head,
held up by sturdy, rugged trunks,
a carpet of green everywhere
aside from the winding dirt path I follow.
The green is made so much more vivid
from the rains of mother earth
sporadic pops of lavender, burgundy, lemony yellow
creep into the landscape here and there.
I can small the rain the canopy is protecting me from,
wafting in on a soft breeze
I stay quiet, only wandering on the path meant for me,
as to not disturb any of the surrounding beauty.
I watch my step as even on this man made path
nature intrudes with roots weaving in and out
and slick moss covered rocks attempting to trip me up
as the path meanders further and further down.
All at once, the path opens up, the canopy parts
to give me the view I’ve been travelling towards
looking out over the bluff,
sun shining, even as a distant haze looms.
More spectacular hues of brown and green,
as the river and the land intermingle with one another,
seemingly confused as to where one ends and one begins.
I breathe in and out deeply and scan the horizon,
a few farms are dotted across the landscape,
buoys direct traffic on the river, a train whistles by in the distance
subtle reminders – this view is not completely unspoiled.