A Poet's Journal: October 25th, 2013

October 25th, 2013

Found a pair of goat horns on the trail today so massive and weather-beaten as to make one think of an old satyr bounding across ridges and hiding in the crevices of mountains.  All the hawthorn berries have gone from the trees, but the holly vibrantly red, for the two seem not to grow far from each other in these parts.  A resin taken from a pine of some sort a few days ago has finally tempted me to chew on it, and the texture, like a soft candy at first, soon turns to the consistency of gum, but the flavor lasts longer and is much more agreeable.  The south wind has died down after two extremely windy days, and somewhat cooler; the fish flash against the bottom of the river at low tide.  Low, slanted sun-rays--a wonderful, autumnal feel to the day.

Douglas Thornton