A gentle breeze lifted a hushed whisper from the trees
where they stood overshadowing their dark reflections,
their grassy feet dipping into the still, green water.
Long-bodied insects walked upon the pond's mosaic,
lifting casually from sullen, telltale ripples
of surfacing fish. Nothing else moved along the bank.
Mom,
I agree, while reading this it does paint a portrait. I love the line about the long bodied insects, this adds movement to the paint but only breifly. Really beautiful SAVING IT! Love ~Shell
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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I agree, while reading this it does paint a portrait. I love the line about the long bodied insects, this adds movement to the paint but only breifly. Really beautiful SAVING IT! Love ~Shell