Hike Along the Cliff’s Edge
I walk along the razor’s edge. A misstep would throw me into the deep abyss, or so it would seem. The choices before me are so important! I walk the narrow path, projecting the unexplored territory ahead in my mind. Will the trail dictate my action or my action dictate my path?
Ledge in the forest
Rising before men arrived
Here when we are gone
This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This week she asked us to write a Haibun and use the photo at the top, which was provided by Frank J. Tassone.