A Hike to Rosario head
Katy Olson
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A tunneled path is woven with twiggy leafless branches
arching a breath above my head Up the trail floats a promise of clouds A bunny darts and crosses the insulated path chiding “This is my home, you are a guest” Approaching tunnel’s end he waits as sentinel, granting me passage before scurrying off to other bunny business. The womb of the tunnel lights and I’m born into the world The wind stings my face with welcome Wild hairs catch on my lips, freshly pressed with lip balm I zip the jacket to my nose and seek the highest vantage Here the wind is master Here the ferns and grass dare not raise their heads to sass-- Master Wind will blow them into submission-- Delicate fern bows her fronds Yellow lichen cling to rocks But the bold Pine Tree faces Master Wind Unprepossessing, scabby, angular Her hair permanently blown back She is weathered She defies his blows—all She—the glory of Rosario Head |
Haily Wilson | Parrot in Paradise | Colored Pencil and Pastel
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