Poetry

Evidence of rain

I see the evidence of the torrential rains that came last week:

The deep grooves in the forest floor,

The water moving faster in the creek,

Some puddles still here,

Leaves washed clear of the debris-lined path that once rushed with rainwater,

The pine-needle cushion muffles the subtle crunch of damp, decaying leaves,

One of the latest-fallen leaves, deep purple and shiny among the dark brown and brittle ones.

The swampy edges of the lake prevent me from walking where I once did,

So I must sit in silence and wait till I know what to do.

Around the block

Lake in Fall

Geese

Risk