Let's Walk to the Edge

Happy Monday, friends. I'm sharing a poem this morning that I worked on over the weekend. This poem is in honor and rememberance of one of the best professors I ever had the privilege of learning from.

Let's Walk to the Edge

Let's walk to the edge,

my dear

red, orange, yellow

the dappled light

these hills burn bright.

Let's walk to the edge,

my dear

stone, dirt, wood

soft autumn breeze

these hills stand firm.

These hills burn bright,

but so do we, my dear.

These hills stand firm,

but so do we, my dear.

The dappled light and floating leaves

the stone, dirt, and wood–

even the soft breeze (maybe that

most of all)

it's also in you.

It's also in you.