we ford streams under
between rime and rust
between night and dusk
running red at golden fall
drawing our arctic under
crone days stained pale
unbroken strides between
ash, birch and thorn
checking maps, we see we
have lost the trail
and that, my friends,
might be for the best
3 responses to “for the best”
Beautiful.
Thank you 🙏🏼
Here’s to the unknown.