headed to work
prone on my mat
silenced phone buzzing
footsteps in the street
train whistle nearing
seagulls in the distance
The sky was dramatic yesterday
so I went for a walk in one of my favorite places
to look at its beauty above
and everything between and beneath
and yes, Marcia, I did find the nest:
I slowed my bike but thought “whatever,” and went right through the puddle.
Such is life.
I often see puddles too late to adjust and go around;
Trusting my balance and
fenders to keep me dry,
I just peddle on through to the sidewalk on the other side.
The prompt is to describe a tree house hideaway, but for me, my special spot was a closet.
When we moved into the house where I did most of my growing up, my bedroom had a closet about 5 feet square. The first thing I did when that room became mine was make the closet a special hiding place. With my clothes hung above, I made the floor underneath cozy with pillows and blankets and my stuffed animals. I didn’t spend a lot of time in there, but just knowing I could made it special.
One branch of blossoms
dips low to the water’s edge
and deer come nibbling.