Hiking in the woods on a cool morning.
I’m glad now that I decided
to pull on a second shirt.
The black dog is finding scents of wild things.
The sun is finding limestone ledges,
Gnarled tree roots and cushions of mosses.
This autumn morning
In the early dark
I saw Orion rising above the trees.
The world comes round right when Orion returns
To stretch out across the winter night sky
And the millennia.