When I walk into the woods,
I feel the comforting embrace of the trail,
Each step wrapping me tighter in the cloak of its essence,
Like a mother swaddling a newborn,
The cloak reaffirms the journey,
Drowning each sorrow with the promise of tomorrow,
The trail my refuge, my hideout,
The woods calling out, offering nothing but safe passage,
Thoughts of the empty miles ahead, filled with the scent of Spring,
Trees swaying in a calming cadence that help me navigate
Each winding trail as if it were my own,
The woods, my refuge, my hideout.
The Zen Hiker 
I want to go there too!!! I love your woods!
I left my ‘woods’ in Michigan, when I moved last year.
Your post just brought them back to life in my heart.
Thank you for finding my blog,
ren
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Thank you so much for the kind words! I am so lucky to live in an area where I literally have a choice of hundreds of miles of trails within 1/2 an hour of my house. I am sorry that you no longer have the same woods that you did in Michigan, I think I would go crazy if I couldn’t get out and hike!
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You are welcome. :))
Michigan is,just as you just described.
I still hike, southern California now…the terrain is…. different to me.
Thank you for finding my blog and following me. I am following you back now.
ren
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Another one hit out of the ballpark. I just finished watching the Travelers on Netflix. I don’t want to give anything away, but it reminds me not to take for granted the natural beauty that surrounds us. Your poem and photo revel in the beauty of nature.
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Thank you very much! I can’t wait for the warmer weather to get back out on the trail.
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