Hills and valley lay before us
stretched behind, it’s much the same,
not quite seeing past the next rise
only know the trail we came.
Thunderheads eclipse the sunshine
shadows race the valley floor,
blissful hours yield to darkness,
trust the light to shine once more.
Shall we wander through that gate,
observe the view with our own eyes?
The unknown pathway begs to follow,
perhaps this journey is our prize.
The heavy clouds from passing storm
cede
the dark to golden morn.
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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