Lucius Furius


I Left My Mittens In The Smokies - Poem by Lucius Furius

I left my mittens in the Smokies.
It was that night at Maddron Bald on the ridge
after we'd hiked from Davenport Gap -
12 miles,4,000 feet.
The girl gave us icicles.
Dazed and breathless, we pitched the tent
and scrambled into our sleeping bags.

The morning sun felt good - Sterling Ridge
on our left, Cosby far below to the right;
Mt. Guyot with its spruces and firs;
lunch at Tri-Corner Knob; then down through
the rhododendrons and mud to McGhee Springs.
Raven Fork - the beech tree, the icy water,
the boulders, the sunlight.
Cabin Flats and Smokemont - the rain,
the people with pancakes.

Campfires, backpacks, flapjacks, barley;
sunshine, lichens, blisters, ... wood-smoke.

Topic(s) of this poem: mountains, love and life

Form: Lyric


Poet's Notes about The Poem

'Summer Stream In Great Smoky Mountains' photo from FineArtAmerica

This poem is one of the Humanist Art Homepage, Scraps of Faith poems.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 26, 2017

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 13, 2017


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