The Terminus: Trail Poetry

By Brandon Cox

The Sun fades like the leaves upon the Trees revealing a truth of dark reality askewed in notion and bent on approval, revel in the sanctuary of quiet contentment, like a bullfrog on a massive lillypad waiting for a fly to wonder by.

Sunshine stable, a crown of gold around the summit, a quiet reprieve, the pass covered in Frozen Fog like death encased in mystery taken care from the elements

To get back down to loved ones so dear, numbing the overriding fear for death is cunning and preys upon insecurities, the beauty Stark like another realm of reality unsheathed, undiscovered, unknown... shake the morning off to beat the day, undulating slope that leads us home let the Mountain inside of me to forever reside in my Soul.

Timber all around the valley down to the stream bedrock Broken into fragments that shuffle the ebb and flow of the current lower unto the Plains out of sight the Mountain top crowned in the Sun’s beam like a beacon for the Angels to ascend and venture beyond the known past the Pines and Into the Heavens

Brandon Cox is a poet/writer from Danville, Illinois.

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