On the Bank
The secret of a sun-splashed place
I sat down on the muddy grass and let the sun soak into my skin with gentle caresses.
Croaks, plops, splashes, honks, squonks, keens, blue jay screams, zooming buzzes greet my arrival.
Wafts of blooming tree tickle my nose, and of fresh water, and growing things, and a touch of stale decay.
A spray of honeysuckle vine gives a floral-sweet touch-burst to my tongue - and agitates the bees, they want it for themselves.
Visiting the sparkle-dappled wildlife at the edge of the frog pond is my soul's secret hiding place.
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Very descriptive.