Leaves crunch delicately under my foam sandals.
The foam rises slowly as dough
as I release my feet.
While escaping their enclosure, my toes dance on a stream’s edge.
With a slight splash, they’re cooling, swimming in blue and purple, the phantom colors chasing my vision.
As my phone rings,
I despair thinking of a shadow hovering,
another soul to spare me their time,
a disruption, breaking my peace.
I only wanted a short escape,
a moment to catch my breath.
I wanted to create simple sized puddles,
with rapid and refreshing flowing rivulets of streams.
I wanted to whistle in wistful winds,
join in the birds bidding, their song,
their brazen bravado.
I yearned for an exploration
without inference.
I searched for novelty
amid the watchful trees,
the leaf laden path
I needed to leave,
couldn’t bear the humility
of being lost in your life again.
10 responses to “Werifesteria”
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Thank you, Linda. I am trying to challenge myself and always further my writing. π This one wasn’t too far off from my reality at the moment. I’m craving a positive adventure and new sights. I’m really looking forward to my trips this summer. Thank you for stopping by π I always enjoy your comments. You’re very thoughtful in your comments and I enjoy that
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My first trip is the end of July weekend. I can’t wait! I’m mentally prepping myself for having two weeks off of work. It’s going to be a nice break but I will miss the kids hah π
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It’s hard to let go of great trips π
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