Two poems for Clifton Gorge

Two poems for Clifton Gorge

Happiness Is

Happiness is
The shhh of the rapids
The hidden rainbow
The glimpse
of a dinosaur footprint
The incessant roar
of a November wind
The dry crackle
underfoot
The warmth of
one small hand

Fall

The dessicated lungs of
sycamore and oak
surge against a
faded cerulean sea,
rain around
our sneakered feet,
decompose as we
grind them underfoot.

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