- Libbie
While We Were Still
While we were still
the yellow haze lifted;
the mountains rose
and came to stand
close as if to watch us.
On the path I walk
every day,
the ferns have grown
to six feet high
and blackbirds chide me
from a thicket.
The daisies have overcome
the trail Man made
with his foot, his weight,
his presence.
Libbie Grant, 18 June 2020