Strolling Along the Trail

Strolling along the trail,

leaves of the cottonwoods flutter…

A kingfisher waits for a meal.

Only ‘seeing’ and ‘that which is’.

2 Comments to "Strolling Along the Trail"

  1. Gary says:

    Hi Dear Antelope. You are in my heart, as always.

  2. su.child says:

    Hill-climbing game trails
    share stories as I lean forward
    feeling myself lifted by the hill
    each step of the way to the top.

    This meditative immediacy
    must be experienced to understand
    my descriptive new name, ‘Antelope Su.’

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