Impenetrable

As dark clouds gather in the sky
Down where the river narrows
And Sprewell Bluff's craggy rocks rise
Great blue heron has flown and the sparrow

The river speedily flows on by
Its color no more red
But back to its normal brownish green
Washing rocks on the river bed

The gnarled sweet gum still stands 'pon roots
No longer attached to land
Most of its leaves now have turned red
Which will fall on the current or sand

A warm fall day with high moisture
Just enough to be uncomfortable
Yet~somehow a good feeling formed
Even his talk my thoughts impenetrable

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/9/2021 10:58:00 AM

I think in our marriage I am the chatterbox - but its part of who the two of us are, he is a huge calming influence on me and says Darling, just a minute, please! Love your poem and read one of your comment below so thought I would refer to it. Hugs and blessings Sara my friend, Jennifer.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/9/2021 3:34:00 PM

Jennifer, Thanks for the comment. Most women are the chatterboxes. Most men know that everything is okay when the woman is talking but it is not that way in every home or every instance. I appreciate you dropping by and reading the poem and comments. Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/3/2021 3:01:00 PM

Lovely poem, Sara.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/4/2021 3:18:00 AM

Ahhh!! Thank you, Andrea, I appreciate the visit. Sara

Delice Arleen Skelly

Date: 10/3/2021 4:42:00 AM

Dark clouds, a fast flowing river, a gum tree in the fall embrace the writer, nicely done...Delice

Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/3/2021 5:01:00 AM

Delice, Thank you for your kind review. Sara

Brian Strand

Date: 10/3/2021 1:18:00 AM

Some folk can be a bit like this Sara..

Sara Kendrick
Date: 10/3/2021 4:09:00 AM

Brian, I was trying to make my thoughts impenetrable so I could write. My husband talks all the time and on an outing like that one I wanted to write. I did try to put the scene in my memory and close the notebook and listen. Your visits are encouraging. Sara