Cuyahoga
by Tiffany Alcock
In the crunching, frozen leaves
As we climb up this ravine
When reaching the top seems
An ever endless task
That’s when poetry hits me
Suddenly I hear our footfalls
And cold, heavy breath
Like music through the trees
And as we settle down
On this hill top and look around
No words can describe the beauty
A song could not capture
The moonlight on the river
Jet-black hills in the distance
That encompass this scene
The peace of this moment
Forever a memory
In this moonlit darkness
This playground for faeries and creatures of night
One little slip
Would mean falling to a most unfortunate demise
Or at least several broken bones
Unable to move and no easy path to safety
Not now,
In my quiet, structured room
Fingers steadily resting on
A still keyboard
Only then,
When one stray thought could break me
Poetry comes.
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