Hiking Poems
Morning Hike
by Lydia Swartz
‘Higher,’ the swaying beech leaves beckon, whispering drunken enticements into
the humid morning air.
‘Come higher. Come to us!
Leave earth behind,
weight behind
yourself behind.
Come higher!’
......
August through September
by Alison Derick
Green growth laid over my river’s ledge, new water ways around
you can’t take cover under what you discarded or have shelter in a space you wore down.
Afternoons sometimes
and the sun is flattening
Mornings sometimes,
before things are turning
But mostly at dusk
when things wind down
and the sky is squinting,
I claim myself and draw lines
......
Morning Hike
by Lydia Swartz
‘Higher,’ the swaying beech leaves beckon, whispering drunken enticements into
the humid morning air.
‘Come higher. Come to us!
Leave earth behind,
weight behind
yourself behind.
Come higher!’
......
August through September
by Alison Derick
Green growth laid over my river’s ledge, new water ways around
you can’t take cover under what you discarded or have shelter in a space you wore down.
Afternoons sometimes
and the sun is flattening
Mornings sometimes,
before things are turning
But mostly at dusk
when things wind down
and the sky is squinting,
I claim myself and draw lines
......
