Panther Gorge

by Robert Lloyd Jaffe

It was a long winter
a long winter's walk.
How peculiar the sun seemed
moving so far south until we felt
the warm breeze.
The deep snow would now just part for us
as we descended.
A cold river below required care in the step,
a watchful eye.
And of course there is always The Ice.
But we managed.
Sometimes on tiptoe along the edge of the trail
until our distant camp was just a blaze away.
There was nothing like taking the weight off
my shoulders at the end of that day.
So we sat for a while, loosened our boots,
and felt the cool air across our feet.
The line on the map was still long, and tomorrow
would see many miles;
But in a glance exchanged, in the dusk light,
we knew that tonight - we were home.

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I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.

Last updated May 06, 2016