Okay, this isn't really a bump-in-the-night story but it's all I've got today, and, really, the end of the summer season is scary to me!
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My Bump in the Night
The air smells
like sun-dried laundry
and sounds
like children's prayers
hopeful and true
on this Saturday
in October.
Gary's boat
is out of the water
and we'll be closing
camp on Monday.
I'm at the beach
taking photographs
of the sky
and ocean. The sun
waves its wand
here and there
highlighting the pier,
red maple leaves,
a lighthouse on a point.
Birds are flocking
and skimming
over the water
and I'm catching
it all in my lens.
It's high tide
and the waves spread
on the sand like snow.
10 comments:
A great pastime to be doing there.
I just adored this... So many great lines. Especially loved:
The sun
waves its wand
here and there
highlighting the pier
...fantastic. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful scene.
beautiful dear:)..hope to see ur pics as well:)if the write is not fictional:)...
What a perfect picture you painted here. Lovely.
so musical and as always beautiful!
the end of summer is an awful thought/ the picture you write is wonderful
lyrical and lovely
good to be reading you again!
I like the narration. Somehow it made me feel so good.
solidified
Please don't forget to post your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited too each Monday morning!
Me too - hope to see pictures I mean. It sounds lovely :)
Lovely, lovely end of season celebratory poem. I think "bump in the night" may come later, or not at all!
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