6/19/2009

Ramblings

I'm feeling very inclined to write, and this seems like a good enough outlet.



Walking water whispers



As I crouch next to the embankment,
I hear it - walking water whispers.



I look around for the voice,
I am alone.



I hear the rushing sound of the water,
Mother Nature tells me her secrets.



Nowhere to go, I slip off my clothes,
As I slip into the cool water I am energized.


I listen closer and it becomes clearer,
I smile.

Walking water whispers

2 comments:

Chris and Amy said...

I LOVE the poem. I could feel it all. I miss the spring fed creeks of Florida.

It looks like you had fun in the Keys. I'm glad we found each other again. :)

Kristina Muzzey said...

Thanks. I'm glad we found each other too.