PEACE FROG
07-26-2005, 08:05 PM
As a tree branch cracks,.
I hear the flutter of wings flapping.
The splashing sounds of trout having breakfast.
I see a dragon fly on his hopscotch way.
The sun pricks the chill and lights the shimmers
Fog is my breath.
I clench my coffee with both hands,
I look down at my boy and am glad I took him with me this time
I hear the flutter of wings flapping.
The splashing sounds of trout having breakfast.
I see a dragon fly on his hopscotch way.
The sun pricks the chill and lights the shimmers
Fog is my breath.
I clench my coffee with both hands,
I look down at my boy and am glad I took him with me this time