Last night's run would be impossible now
With the rain drizzling steadily like this
The hills too wet and slippery to allow
Trainers to grip; mud patches an abyss
Sucking the feet in as far as the knees
But last night's mild conditions helped restore
The running bug, alone in nature's bliss
A spiritual treat like the one just before
Ludwig composed his Sixth Symphony score
Climbing the rugged hillside with head bowed
The red twilight behind, the full moon's disc
Pulling me on, to hidden cattle choir
Call and response floating over the brow
My senses absorbed ancient memories
Tue 14 Oct 2008
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