Catskills Cabin Getaway
Babbling brook behind my cabin Birds chirp, picking dirt with beaksA red-breasted robin alights on the groundWater rushes over stonesBabbling a lost languageSun shines like diamonds Bubbling over running brookI pick my city headStrive to reduce daily strain, dinFallen trees and boughs Set together like someone put them Tried to slow the brooks flow, Make the water flow go slow Maybe Sandy threw trees there, Two years agoHear the water rollConstant sound all aroundCreek Sparkles in sun and nightIn rain, creek sparkles tooSee water fill creekHope that Sandy won’t come visitAgain, show her other cheekReturn to the present, beauty surrounds meWonder if we can witness beauty with no fear
Published on May 20, 2016 15:40