Last hike of summer,
fifteen miles to mirror lake.
Knees older, same heart.
Azure mountain moth,
disguised among blue asters,
unmasked by a breeze.
Lupine fade and hum;
in the last alpine flowers,
honey bees feasting.
Evening nurse log,
lullaby of newborn firs,
deepening silence.
Painting by Christine Ghattas
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