Trail sign

A long hike through the state forest on the first full day of the solar New Year. There’s still no snow but the wind is bitter on the ridgetops, and the old trees, rubbing shoulders with the dead, shriek and groan. Coming down the mountain road, I pass several oak leaves cartwheeling up.

on the trail sign…
my last sip of tea

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