May a wisp of my
Presence catch your eye in the
Woods, my soft grey bones
Seemingly intact,
Solidly translucent as
Mystery should be,
As autumnal as
Shells of ourselves gracing the
Mossy forest floor.
Poem and Photograph by Gene Hyde
Gene Hyde lives near Asheville, North Carolina, where he works as an Appalachian archivist. His writing and photography have appeared in Valley Voices, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, The Goose: A Journal of Arts, Environment, and Culture, Light: A Journal of Photography and Poetry, Canary: A Literary Journal of the Environmental Crisis, and Mountains Piled Upon Mountains: Appalachian Nature Writing in the Anthropocene.
I love this in pic and words!