Evening Hike

Evening Hike

I walked into a tunnel of green
at the head of McClintock trail,
all my thoughts dissipated into
the undergrowth, the darkness,
where bears ingest gallons of berries,
fattening for the coming winter,
I hear their heavy breathing,
the smell of rank fur fills my nostrils.
The hum of crickets breaks the silence
into harmonic waves, the crunch of
my footsteps a background beat.
The sun drops behind the hills,
a chill rises and I turn back towards
city lights.