A long walk home
Taking my time
In no hurry
Watching leaves rustle in the trees
Listening to a whippoorwill’s call
A cool breeze brushes my face
Blowing hair into my eyes
In the distance,
Chapel bells ring
My path becomes overgrown
The woods grow quiet
The sky darkens
Storm clouds move in
Silence
By Susan Dianne Smith
About Me
- SusanDianne
- Irving, Texas, United States
- I am a freelance writer & work for an orthopedic office part-time. I have a BA in Psychology & a certificate in creative writing from the Univ of Missouri @ St Louis. I am the mother of 4, two of which are living in Texas, one in AZ and one attending college in OK. I live by my faith in God. God is Good & gives me strength daily.
1 comment:
that's my world too,because I feel
the same emotions,in no hurry !
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