Morning after the storm..
I'm in the bush,
the smell of earth, mud & piles of damp leaves,
fills my soul.
after the rain,
the river runs loud.
I have thoughts of
with a friend.
Later on, I saw a little girl walking in front of her mother.
She was holding a transparent umbrella covered in coloured flowers
The sun was out, and she twirled it as she walked.
Just far enough ahead, for her to seem like she was by herself.
I could see, from the side
the look of pride and wonder
on her face.
I remembered how that felt.
Early evening at the beach, after again being in the bush,
I was wind swept, and
light rain pricked my face.
As I ran up the stairwell back home,
my cheeks were tickled by leaves.
I smiled and said