Blue skies with
leafless limbs and trunks
held up against it.
Our group strolling
along dirt paths
a creek flowing on one side
a dry meadow, the other.
Hike the hill
meander through woods
conversations
move through subjects.
What I love dearly.
Family visiting, all
together
immersed in nature.
Lovely poem. Your two slices work well together!
ReplyDeleteBonnie