Mt. Lafayette, Mt. Lincoln and Little Haystack

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By Falling Water,

We passed into the journey,

Less concerned for if –

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The emboldened face,

Of granite, ever stoic,

Watched us climb over.

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Turning to the sky, for hope,

And inspiration.DSC03236Blinding autumn star,

Beaming over glowing streams,

Over Shining Rock.

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To man, on a narrow ledge,

Under hard granite.DSC03244

Finally breaking,

A fine view through the tree line,

Encouraging us.

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Just a breath away,

Seemingly, Lafayette stands –

Impartially quiet.

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Endless summit sea,

Rolling waves of challenges,

On peaks yet unknown.

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Freedom is a length –

A measurement from the soul,

To endless wonder.

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The road to freedom,

Knows no enclosures or bonds,

Charges or limits.

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We stood on the edge,

To better know the high ridge,

Outside the bare path.

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In a certain sweep,

Our souls wandered the valleys,

Yet alive and well.

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Monumental cairn,

More of a fragile old friend,

Than a trail marker.

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And in looking back,

We saw the distance behind,

While catching our breath.

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Sudden consciousness –

To know where we were going,

And where we came from.

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Defiant vertical –

Never underestimate!

The power of stone.

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Curving cirrus clouds,

Beyond the stoic sheer wall –

Pass in deference.

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Where once shelter stood,

Memories of hitched horses,

Rest on the summit.

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One last longing glance,

Toward a place I knew well.

Must this be goodbye?

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Long roads lie ahead,

Dying sun tussles the grass,

Beneath my worn feet.

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Yet extraordinary,

To see again the ridges,

In the cool distance.

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The mountain, setting,

Not unlike the sun, brilliant,

In my mind’s eye still.

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With inches of light,

The forest path grows fast dim,

as we disappear.

Memories of the Pemi Trail and Basin

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We were here before –

And our hair was longer then,

blown back in the mist.

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Unattainable.

Like blurred rushing ice water,

Past my fingertips.

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I stood in this pool,

Waiting for you to see me,

Once upon a time.

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All of the old days,

Pounding hearts and brewing smiles,

Left in the Basin.

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We’ll wander up then –

To see the blue sky again,

And remember us.

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Something familiar,

Like a rock that never moves,

I have found your heart.

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Let the river swell.

We will stand, side by side here,

And spring from the rush.

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Or just quietly,

Fall to pieces together,

Under the cool stream.

Closer on Lonesome Lake

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Meteor Impact?

Or a pounding ancient hoof?

A question for Drew.

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We couldn’t stop it –

Helplessly, the shutter fell

To the birch beauty.

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The last breaths of warmth,

Stirring below the vast lake,

Wanting for summer.

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Not without grinding,

The gears of the fast Autumn,

Settle in a chill.

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We sat in reverence,

Watching the seasons run through,

Behind baring roots.

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Where an empty dock,

Views the most idyllic place –

Almost imagined.

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There in the east sky,

Three mountains that never move,

Hold down the hard earth.

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Lafayette reaches,

Out to Lincoln and Haystack,

Holding forever.

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On a wooden board,

The future was shown to us –

Yet solid and firm.

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For behind the change,

From confrontation is strength,

and all that matters.

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Especially to

Two small stretching wooden boards

Over cool waters.

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Our hopes hanging there,

Still perplexing and unknown,

But now considered.

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Is the clarity,

Of a crisp cool blue fall sky,

Too much to ask for?

Champney (Champion) Falls to the Chocorua Summit

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Cascades opening,

The valley for the trail –

Our invitation.

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Unforgettable –

The tree that climbed the rock face,

and never came down.

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Under massive stones,

We took a peek at darkness,

And felt sudden chill.

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Chiaroscuro,

Unapologetic, bold –

Rocks that say ‘Get lost.’

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Don’t trouble yourself

With worrying over roots,

Straight from a Märchen.

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Higher and higher,

Our steps lifted us quickly,

Into the great whites.

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On the perfect day,

We saw purple majesty –

All of the mountains.

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We held each other,

Without a care in the world,

But for a moment.

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A summit beagle,

Sleepy, slumbering beagle,

A ho-hum beagle.

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Southern exposure,

Boulders pressing the blue sky,

Making cloud diamonds.

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I felt cool metal,

Just under my fingertip –

I had arrived then.

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Guardian angel,

Just over my right shoulder,

Keeping watch of me.

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Guardian angel,

Just over my left shoulder,

Showing me the path.

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Wide open heavens,

Were always enough for us.

We reached paradise.

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The ridge to heaven,

Though treacherous and shifting,

Is well worth the climb.

Hypnosis at Franconia Falls

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Past rushing water,

I watched you jump over rocks –

Barefoot, I followed.

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Where swirling pebbles,

Made mortar bowls of boulders,

From raging rapids.

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But for a moment,

The water slowed down for us –

Something of a pool…

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And I couldn’t help,

Getting lost in the ebbing,

At the river’s edge…

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Were it yet warmer,

I may have been pulled into,

The icy waters.

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Perching on boulders,

Hypnotized, I forgot you,

And I forgot me.

Memories to Mt. Anna

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Just past logging camp –

A pond we never noticed

Just beyond our dreams –

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Creatures yet unseen,

Precarious jagged nests,

Hiding together.

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A beaver was here,

And obviously busy.

How cliche, we laughed.

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Too many to count,

And too many to ignore –

All the little ones.

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A quiet valley,

A view I hope will replace,

All those final days.

Blue Hills Red Dot Loop

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Tiny green cricket,

Sitting in September hush,

I almost missed you.

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Just 635 feet,

But with rocks so bold and vast,

You would never know.

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A sudden tower,

Alone in the burning sun,

With a Boston view.

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Elegant footbridge,

Stoic in invitation,

To cross the forest.

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Hidden horizon,

Just over the sand and brush,

Barely a view here.

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Castle of weather,

Princes with Barometers,

Swords and Thermometers.