Trail Marks

When a feeling can become so intuitive.

How one’s eyes can remember the tree faces.

How scent holds location & time, texture.

How the dirt on the boot soles become

part of the boot itself.


Warmth of welcome from the forest

As if adopted into a wild pack of timber wolves.

A reassuring reason as to why I have

such difficulty departing from the wild.


Hands stained with birch sap & pine needle oils,

rainbows of dark soil remain in my nail beds.

A subtle take away from a forester on the trail.