Michelle Troch

Chataqua Poem
Cool and blustery, amidst the
tall
green trees and random
purple flowers. Aspens
on the rocky trail, damp
as the sun shines through
the heart shaped leaves.

Reflecting, reflecting, reflecting.

Daylight shining off the water
drops on the leaves. Light
highlighting the rolling trail
as the winds breath bends the
trees.
Swaying and calling out
to each other.

Reflecting, reflecting, reflecting.

Blue jays singing while the trees
Are dancing. Brown squirrels
chattering, chasing and
the silence. Stillness.
Twigs snap, pebbles roll away.

Reflecting, reflecting, reflecting.

Who else has walked this
path? What animals come
to pass, or do they stay
away? What is it like
in winter when the foliage
die away and the
leaves cover the trail.

Passion, love, powerless, awed.

Reflecting, reflecting, reflecting.