The Hiking Trip
A Free Verse Poem — Spending Time with Nature
We make blankets out of moon beams and cradle our heads among the stars As the last embers of fire flickers and dies we sleep upon the mountain’s back When morning arrives, we pull on sun rays and trek down the mountain We dance with the river — weaving about and gently caress it in the palms of our hands At Midday, we roll patches of wildflowers into pillows and curl into the mountain’s belly We watch as clouds smile for us until nature’s song lulls us into an afternoon nap Evening comes and ends our trip we pack our gear into the truck and toss nature back to the mountain like a painting for someone else’s delight
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. She currently writes for Loose Words,💜POM💜 , Illumination, The Friday Fix, House of Haiku, Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, The Purple Pen, Blue Insights, a Few Words, Invisible Illness and Tempest in Under 1000
