As we walk along the darkened trail
pine needles crunch beneath our boots
giving pungent aroma into the night.
Lanterns glow beyond curtained mist
we laugh as an owl a “good evening” hoots.
We take the trail to the river edge
where trim gardens hide their colors
as they gather rest for tomorrow’s sunlight.
The moon parts clouds to reveal the bridge,
silhouetted demurely against midnight sky.
The horn of a passing ship on a mystery trip
captures our fancy as we breezily speculate
on excursions we still might have taken—
these are the things… a sigh, a kiss…
form memories that linger in clear view forever.
© Sometimes, 2017
As all two of you know, I LOVE Wordles! Wordles is a feature of MindLoveMisery, and I enjoy doing them. I search for them on the MLM site, and write the word list in my working notebook, and work on them when I have a chance. Sometimes it is an extra challenge to make a story or poem using all of the twelve words given.
Wordle #269, originally published on Sunday Whirl, hosted by Brenda Warren https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/10/09/wordle-269/