Go gently underfoot

We kept north beyond the outlines of homes

past scant wind bruised family towns

and historic barns holding well grayed frames

left in the wilder striving weeds.

We drove on into the arms of mountains

patterned by shadows of slow clouds

until rolling thunder broke around us

ravaging leaves and our bored souls.

Wind and water rush into fresh danger

when the storm passed through our limbs

the naked half of the pines stood deeper

and the green dabbled in guessing time,

Whispering signals with the dawned sunlight

lingering in collected drops

so the trees would sprinkle chilled rain and sap

in the gentle cloud span that woke with us

saying Go gently underfoot.


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