The day was odd.
For it was late in the fall, and the rain was warm.
A slow, low breeze burdened with the musty smells of leaves and dirt.
Danced lazily, dodging rain drops.
Hen'ry stood in the middle of the stream,
Stacking stones deliberately.
"SplishSplash!" the water giggled,
As she snuggled down, over the pebbles,
And thru' the meadow.
The wind gasps and shutters
Noses turn pink and eyebrows freeze.
A cloud plays tag with us,
Enveloping us in floating water.
Causing Mr. Samunge's chin hairs,
To grow icicles that glint in the the grey.
All around us yells and calls echo,
From others floating, hidden in the fog.
Sam and Sandy pretend that it's the cloud children.
Ropes creak and burners swoosh.
Fabric shuffles and wicker baskets crackle.
The breeze tugs at my red scarf,
Floating away through the mist.
This took a loooooong time it seems!
On to the next one!
Have you noticed the dates....they seem terribly behind, don't they?
That's because I'm putting them on the day they are meant to be posted. I got way behind some where so now I'm catching up. slowly slowly
Hmm anyway I've been thinking of doing something new as soon as I get to the 365th day. It still will include drawings and the like..