poems

The Valley

It looks so peaceful, the way the trees move

I’m traveling north, but south into this valley

The air changes direction

It’s a cold wind that hits my face

Better get a move on

Nighttime is on her way

As the day gets older, the valley changes her expressions

Crickets start again as the heat levels off

The greens of the valley turn a darker shade

And wisps of amber begin to streak against the sky

Birds prefer to fly in flocks of “V” formations now

Dusk will bring the foxes and coyotes out in droves

This time is early dawn for all those sprung nocturnal

For them, a new “day” is just around the corner

As for me, I’m tired, I’m hungry

Sleep and dinner ride high on my mind

I look up and see a brand new baby moon

Thoughts of camp, firelight and sound dreams sway through my head

Tomorrow I journey again

Finally, home to you