Feet blurring

Someone’s humming

Musing over echoed humour?

Trail deepens

Pounding rhythms

“Head. Tree. Rock!”

 

Quiet it loud

Softened by the breeze.

Tickling senses

Skin proud.

Back burning.

Cold head.

 

Night stars shining.

“Torches off.

Sit. Watch. Look!

Is that Astra?

Oh so many”

Dazzled. Blinking. Hooked.