The Pebbled Path
Mallory Howard
I walk within the narrow creek
Water flows across my ankles,
Gentle.
Serene.
I breathe in the scent of fresh honeysuckle
A delicate, warm breeze sweeps through long locks of hair,
The soft, stone pebbles are easy to walk on,
The cool mud feels plush between my toes,
Closing my eyes,
Feeling the gentle petals of wildflowers and cattails,
I walk through this creek
with peace that surpasses all understanding.
Mallory Howard
I walk within the narrow creek
Water flows across my ankles,
Gentle.
Serene.
I breathe in the scent of fresh honeysuckle
A delicate, warm breeze sweeps through long locks of hair,
The soft, stone pebbles are easy to walk on,
The cool mud feels plush between my toes,
Closing my eyes,
Feeling the gentle petals of wildflowers and cattails,
I walk through this creek
with peace that surpasses all understanding.