Wednesday, June 29, 2011


the branches wind until they find sunshine
and entwine intricately, intimately,
infinitely, creating a private riot
in the quiet of the hooded woods

the stream snakes to break and awake
an ache in us thus creating
a rush to the wet shores, the water's floor
we adore sitting in it on rocks or by it on docks

the sun will dance per chance entrance
and enhance our stay today
this way we will climb down a hill
enjoy the still of the creek that we seek

1 comment:

  1. the scene...particularly the riot in the first stanza...