Day’s end comes
with sinking sun
and as light dies
time to sleep
arrives
but I don’t
want it to end
lets play
a little longer
as greedily
I seek
just a little more time
with you
Porcupine quills
should hurt
but in the
winter cold
the prick of needles
is only
a touch of pressure
upon the skin
I am brittle
but strong
and I will
continue to grow
thrive and survive
Wet wood
soft underfoot
leads the way
through towering trees
draped in moss
and
bare reaching arms
of leafless brush
tangle to conceal
the flowing trickle
of water below
Take a moment
to soak it in
take a breath
cold and fresh
take a pause
and sit a while
but don’t jump in
or nip turns to bite
this is a
“don’t touch” place
of deceptively
dangerous beauty
that can kill