‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

 

A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat.

Not yet Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer, her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor.

He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the old porch with solemn and careful watching.

The evening damp strangles and descends the smoke clouded mist from the old man’s pipe as a whippoorwill hurriedly cuts through the last lazy moment of heat from the celestial terrace.

He waits in the gathering dark for her to come in as she moves steadfast and barefoot toward the tall blistered wood porch.

Laced with secret and smiling she will lay with thought dreams bathed clean, in star shine.

DSC04170 Tommie in Brown County 2

 

2 Comments on “Dreams from the Wood Porch

  1. I can feel myself on the porch , the day heat hanging on as the darkness encroaches . The young girl living life as only the innocent can. Bringing that life to her grandpa !!
    Nice!!
    Thanks so much!!

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