Nancy Prouty March

Walking the uneven path along the river

Water careens down the rocky ledges

throwing mist to the heavens.

Tall stately guards stand at attention

as their long green branches of sturdy fir

reach to the blanket of clouds above.

Around the bend, my nose smells

the scent of fresh cut pine 

seeping sap like slow melting icicles.

Trying to take it all in one breathe at a time.

Releasing that which I can not change

Reaching down for solace in a pool of tears.