An early spring day extending its promises. We drive along a twisting road through a nature preserve and park by a small pond. Not much greening up or growth yet. More to hear than to see. A croaking bullfrog, the shooshing of pines, sloshing water. We follow that sound along a narrow, rough path in the woods. Through thick trees a glimpse of something glittering, like sequins falling. The sun on water. A rain-filled creek, burbling over rocks. Along the bank a wooden deck with two Adirondack chairs.
breathing deeply–
past, present and future
tumble away
breathing deeply–
past, present and future
tumble away
by Adelaide B. Shaw
Millbrook, New York
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