Blackett’s Ridge Between Sabino Canyon and Bear Canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains
Image by kenne
My days as a hiking guide
May soon have long since passed
But, for this hiker, the trail never ends.
The call of the trail has not silenced
In the course of the coyote’s song
Echoing down through the canyon.
The pace may have slowed,
Canyon walls gotten steeper
Only to be balanced by desire.
But out there in the canyons
The ghosts of young trail runners
Brings back images for the past.
Casting strides to the wind
Hiking trails that have no end
Chasing trail-dust on the wind.
— kenne
Sadness wells in my heart