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.

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