It is dark;
yet I hear crickets...
and birds...
moving tires...
and honking horns...
There is life and activity
somewhere ahead.
I breathe in
and I breathe out.
Words and images float
and land vicariously into my mind;
carrying in with them fresh wind,
fragrant fruit and flowers,
...and the scent of print...
joy springs up out of the corner
to suprise and refresh;
arriving and ushering me into
the courts of the pleasant...
3 comments:
I was working from a mental image of a walk at nightfall. It seems a little odd, but I am hoping it ends on a light note:).
Cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
very cool. i could hear the sounds and feel theh night air. i like it, lynne.
You can go back to studying now, I suppose:). Good luck in your summer courses:).
Cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
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