Only Mine
Forgotten and missed,
but still a home.
fish disturb the surface of the creek,
hazy wood-smoke all around,
foggy, chilled, hushed and breathless.
leaves rustling,
lonely...
hooting owls,
trickling water,
loose rocks falling.
the snapping of branches,
falling onto damp soil.
the creaking doors of the shed chant a lullaby.
Copyright © Jordyn Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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