The forest became a cluster of trees,
Gradually sinking
Beneath steep knolls of grass

They grew into a hill;
Spiraling upward
To a bitter-cold climax

Where the past had grown wide,
Where the tall ever-greens
Became distant smudges
On a broad yellow canvas

They faded along,
With the rugged cliffsides
I once scaled and deplored
With all of my strength,
Not long ago