Wolf Pen Gap

Traversing Wolf Pen Gap
I descend the steep slope
peopled with strong trees
proud of their photosynthetic attire.

On my way up the mountain
I traveled fast and loud, unobserving,
but now I amble slowly past oak and pine
listening to the soft gurgle of rain…
humidity creating a cool womb…
chill, moist breezes lap neck and ears…

I grow serene in the
nurturance and surety
of the tenacious spirits
emerging heaven bound
from the steep mountainside.