Haiku and photos from our day at the park:
trapped between creekside trees
and their reflection
stepping rock to rock
across cool rushing water;
leaping the gaps
My oldest friend from childhood was in town this week. We spent some time hiking in a local state park. While the little boys threw rocks and gathered sticks we caught up on our lives and relaxed into rambling conversations. There is nothing like an old friendship for grounding you in where you are right at this minute.
gate's hinge pin
rusted, slanted, cobwebbed,
holds the arc
I hope you are relishing these last days of summer and finding renewal in your ramblings. The Friday Poetry roundup is hosted by Kyle at The Boy Reader Enjoy!