good day of hiking on sunday

[jakemac]

lovely morning
the reddest leaves are shown
the whitest feathers part aloft
lovely bridge across
we find such shade
upon these banks
she said,
"i'm cold outside"
we part beneath
the moon
and below the creeks face
our eyes
shown red by the iron of the creek
these mountains are where we hide
but when there's no trail
its never ending