Monday, May 18, 2015

Before the Storm

Before the storm,
we walked near the creek
Getting our toes wet
And our lungs full of
fresh air, swamp musk,
and the gossamer scent of violets.

Every fallen tree
A bridge to beauty.



Where ever you are, whatever The weather, I wish you beauty and a sense of belonging.

5 comments:

Pom Pom said...

A bridge to beauty. Perfect.

Out on the prairie said...

What a lovely walk

Aisling said...

Thanks! I was thrilled to find the marsh marigolds since I had not previously found them growing on our acres.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Amazing words
and have not been able to
visit my woods and wonder
what is blooming :)

Weekend-Windup said...

Loved reading your words. It relates the picture too...