the underlying, revealed
as Fall turns to Winter,
the forest loses the clothes of its leaves,
and much that was hidden by the exuberance
of the growing, thriving foliage
is unveiled, pretense drops away,
the trunks of the trees show themselves,
all perpendicular as they reach to the sky,
trails no longer are so much tunnels in the woods
as vantage points to see what hid away not very long ago,
trails love to follow the streams,
and now I can savor better the magic of water
and what it creates as it submits to gravity’s call,
not long ago, a trail maintenance crew
worked their transformations upon the trails I wander:
cutting away trees that fell over the trail and got in the way,
beating back brambles and cloying vegetation,
reminding the trails to be revelatory of the woods
and not cousin to the trackless,
the crew that worked the trails up valley from us
had competence, vision, and even artistic flair
in their touch upon the woods,
Fall works to reveal,
and the trails can be its partner.
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