June 14

Cascade Trail


The trail transforms from hard to soft

Looking up the sky is needled

Below my feet a tan carpet


Moss covers rocks like a carpet

Ferns make eroded stream bank soft

Pine cones dot a trail that’s needled


Shoulders brushed by branches needled

Hiking boots scuff up new carpet

All the green and tan make sounds soft


I tread on soft, needled, carpet


(A Tritina Poem)