Chevron shaped deer tracks mark the brown path
Sun has gone gold, gives green hills a bath
Stiff cold breeze blows my hair wild
Steel gray clouds mean business, child
Up with umbrellas, up with the collar
Lean into the wind climb higher and holler
Golden hour’s when pure magic’s about
Makes me walk faster and want to shout
The beauty around us, if only we grock it
Must be seen, smelled and felt, can’t go into a pocket
The beauty of light is fleeting and changing
Look NOW, in a minute, it’ll be rearranging
Gold to steel blue, without sun becomes purple
Crow riding currents caws hoping her chirp will
Bring to attention her stunning silhouette
We grock it and note our feet getting wet
From skyline of city to bird flight so pretty
To miss this adventure would be such a pity
So, here we are with too thin a jacket
Still wouldn’t trade these clouds now all backlit
With crimson and silver, and eye squinting gold
Is our heavy breathing due to steepness or cold?
Climbing with you, my own dearest love
Washes me, cleansing with grace from above
Lifted my spirits, expanded my thanks
For this sweetest interlude ‘tween everyday tasks
Nature is sure to press "pause and refresh"
Internal computers note reduction in stress
Turn off the news, let the hills beckon
Climb us, sublime trust calls you to trek on
No matter the length of your walk/hike, go UP
Natural wonder will top off your cup
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