Meandering Road

Peahen, and her brood, taking a walk

My walking stick, like a third leg, gives me the stability I need to trudge through the unfinished roads near my home. A peaceful place; I find it necessary for me to have these few moments, here, to de-stress and 

daydream.

The road, full of potholes

and gravel

is coated with a fine talcum powder dust

which rises as I walk,

lending yellow streaks to the still air . . . .

I hear small birds singing in the cool mornings

and during the warm afternoons

the chickens are wandering around softly murmuring

and chuckling over tasty discoveries . . .

while the voices of children add

to the flavor of the day . . .

Distant traffic

drones and eats away

at the edges 

where a squirrel chatters

at the crow who steals her hidden nuts.

Walking by a newly built house

I hear the friendly clatter of silverware

against porcelain. . . someone

stirs something up for dinner . . .

like a chime in a melody;

a lazy dog barks once or twice

and the crunch of gravel

adds to the tympani  . . .

there are children gathered

around the man trimming the wayward vines,

while laughing at his jokes

they help him

away from his secret sorrows,

and that deep well of loneliness

which pervades,

sinking like the dust

into the multitude of holes

in the soul . . .

  

A tree the captivates my senses

Royalty-free music for professional licensing

Time to cool down from those high hot temperatures of Summer? Well here you go . . . a nice chilly jazz tune to ease your pain . . . imagine standing under that waterfall . . . and listen . . .. !