Our days begin uphill
The route the same:
sun, snow, fog, rain ―
how many hundred mornings?
Each unique.
We walk, six legs together;
two and four,
pause where fields roll out of forests
to receive scent of raspberries,
grapevine tendrils,
fringe of autumn grasses,
goldenrod dry on the stalk,
paperwhite beech leaves,
first redwing blackbird,
milkweed flowers.
Our song ascends
toward vaulted arch of oaks;
gratitude for perfect mornings,
miracles, and our sacred connection:
putting feet to ground.
Christine Hague
Christine Hague has written for The Concord [NH] Monitor as well as columns in three weekly newspapers. Her stories and poems have been published in The Aurorean, Thema, Around Concord, Earth’s Daughters, The Henniker Review, Trajectory and other magazines. She and her husband live in New Hampshire.