snow melt bares a winter meadow
pillowed blades of yellowed grass
russet streaks, stripes of silvery green
the filmy sky, the wind-downed trees
patchy with pale frilled lichen
old wood cloaked in glowing moss
ahead a mile-long glacial ridge
diagonal thrust, squared columns
plates of ice cling to the ridge face
gravity’s trickle, black slicks of seep
fallen rock, visible roots, hidden
hollows rubble the unmarked path
I take, the matters & facts of earth
so much more than I can see
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