Your boot-clad feet
kick up the trail dust
I follow close
behind, matching your pace
Wildflowers border
the trail like a colorful carpet
We climb higher, I
breathe hard and my feet grow heavy
As we round a bend
you stop suddenly
We gaze in awe at
the spectacle before us
A snow-capped
mountain and a lake shining like a jewel
You take my hand
and we sit on a log to rest
Our eyes meet and I
see the joy and love
We move closer, our
lips touch, and I hold my breath
It seems that we
have become one with all around us
Written on 5/7/2017 as part of
another writing exercise
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