a Post-Thanksgiving hike
in the Blue Ridge Mountains
After the excesses of Thanksgiving, a hike in the beautiful Blue Ridge – mountain views that make me feel as if I'm walking in a painting, fragrant forests that feel like I'm walking through a poem ...
"...Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent."
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© Kristin Fellows 2011