A faint rumbling in the distance,
some trembling leaves,
branches dancing,
a door banging,
as unseen forces amble east
through the county.
Lily faces
turn upward
as rain swishes on padded feet,
gutters gurgle,
wood chimes chatter
the earth gives thanks.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
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