Tryst
I try to breathe the mountains as I travel through the night.
The reaching arms of towering trees no terrors do ignite.
The growls of hidden creatures as I challenge their domain
build my determination and strengthen my disdain.
The moon and stars will light my way until the coming dawn.
No regrets erase my firm resolve to journey on.
My skin relays the message that relieves all my distress,
as it receives the comfort of the evening wind’s caress.
A whip-poor-will calls out to me from its perch above
that the very night protects me as I proceed toward my love.
Prompts for The Sunday Swirl Wordle 567 are: build challenge erase skin growl firm
night regrets until breathe mountains try
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I plumb love this one. While reading it, this song immediately popped into my head.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUTci9UbxNU
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is such a beautiful song that I am very flattered that my poem brought it to mind.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Lovely poem Judy
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Sadje.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome
LikeLiked by 1 person
Poem and photograph are both good
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely – brave and tender at the same time.
LikeLike