Uneven Walk

The polite indifference 
   of the soaked needled ground
   undermines my confidence
   as I scale rising paths.
Early Spring had embraced my intrusions
   with mushrooms, new fern,
   and delightful filtered sunlight
   that caressed tree limbs and rocky seams...   
Now alone with a hunger for acceptance
I am calculatingly
   refused 
   any welcome.
A cold drizzle soaks my soul 
   and goads my sweater
   to that smell of wet wool.
Fingers numb searching 
   for a hand hold 
No warmth in these Walpack hills today
No sunlight or peace of mind
   Just confusion and that ache
   to belong