Sacred Spaces
The trail is full of rocks
and the brambles
tear both skin and shirt
No one has been here
in a while except
Goat, Bear, and Pika
There is something spiritual
in this remoteness
among the wind-shaped pine
A storm growls
in the distance
and lightning sprites dance
The wind grows colder
and the mountain seems to groan
it is time to go down.
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