A wandering spirit

A wandering spirit
climbs the hills,
awed by night sky…
At twilight his gaze
turns toward east
as the mist lifts
its brow…
Mountains awake
to a wailing Loon
a golden perfection
ensues…
Down the path
he muses… home…
where the soul finds
peace…

@Madeleine

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