A simple path, a well worn trail, at dark
Is fraught with hazard in a juniper fog.
Misplaced steps lead to falls and heroic (maybe) attempts
To navigate, although that navigation misses every other frame –
And roots – and otherwise harmless bumps.
Sometimes that fog, that evergreen veil, continues
Past the trees, past that pale ribbon of hard packed earth
To well lit steps, to the safe indoors, and adds the
Aches and pains of stairs and tile to
The bumps and bruises of the woods.