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