Trails Traversed

Broken paths worn and traversed.
Similes’ in life’s given worth.
Gates creak askew teetering by nail.
Passages in rites come on the bitters trail.

Winding ways by wooded streams
Crossings shallow reminiscent of dreams.
Dark trees capitulate bending across the path.
Bitters trail traversed now by the eclipsing past.

Twisting struggles cut sore the feet unshorn.

Way fraught with peril; hearts splintered slice the coming morn.

Bloody stumps remark where once claimed virgin feet.

Sinking sand on trails end delivers the wayward soul to the soft silence beneath.

J. Allen Wilson © 1-2008