annoyance.
And the lingering embarrassment of dropping blood pressure..
And the frosted diaphony of a just-thawing, just-frozen pond.
And the mystery of a trail map.
And the dry-soft carpet of brown leaves/
And the white noise quiet of a nearby roadway/
And the whisper cacophony of the wind through leaves.
And the heightened listening for animals/
And the secure visibility of bare limbs.
And the barely-kiss of sunlight breaking thick clouds and evergreen canopy.
And the soft fall of clumped, polymorph ice-snow.
And the green defiance of ferns in pseudo-winter fall.
And the pleasant satisfaction of a short trail.
And the piqued curiosity coming after an open field
And the gratification of finding one's way back.
And the quiet, lively beauty of a marsh.
And the glinting disappointment of wet socks.
And high-humming notes of tall trunks bending in wind.
And the amorphous balance of trunks wind-fallen.
And the wet soft catch of leaves now moist -
and the satisfaction of the trail when done.
