Wednesday, September 13, 2017
The river whispers my name.
I stand beside the water’s edge.
The surface is calm and shines like glass.
It is a mirror reflecting the painted sky and lush trees.
They dip their underbrush low to feel its cold depths.
Their higher branches wave in the breeze and greet the sky.
I dig my toes into the sand warmed by the sun.
The cool dampness lies just below the surface.
It stays hidden from the light…
(Maybe I'll finish that, sometime. Maybe not.)
His silhouette emerged from the darkness.
Light from the gas street lamp cascaded across his face and down his body.
A long coat swallowed his figure.
It left no clue as to what she might find underneath…
(Hum, I can't seem to stay focused. Moving on, now, to work on my project.)