birds flying over the table
snails like moving stones
a fine rush of raindrops
create a flickering light play
in the puddle
just in front of the house
thinking about sound
without hearing
the subtle touch of the wind
in the leaves
moving
creating a dynamic shadow play
on my skin
thoughts drifting away
coming back
and leading somewhere unexpected
snails like moving stones
a fine rush of raindrops
create a flickering light play
in the puddle
just in front of the house
thinking about sound
without hearing
the subtle touch of the wind
in the leaves
moving
creating a dynamic shadow play
on my skin
thoughts drifting away
coming back
and leading somewhere unexpected
