Sunday, November 18, 2012

A hill of stones

A hill of stones: the path
barely discernible. The deer
were here before us. The trail
grows steeper, the rocks
smaller. The leaves turn
and fall against the rocks,
depositing eons of tannic acid
and leaving only the slightest
of stained indentations.

Photograph by Julie Gentry via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Anonymous said...

this is a poem...
that means...
i really like these words.

Megan Willome said...

Reminds me how much I love to get up above treeline.