deserted

I walk the empty park trails Winding a serene lake One lone fisherman perched at shore A deserted bench yearning for comfort I feel the waning warmth upon bare skin Listen to northern breezes rustle tree leaves Heed the warning of cold days ahead W3 Prompt #177: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Lisa, promptsContinue reading “Deserted”

One Sweltering Day

It is a sweltering day. I had expected to be inundated with calls requesting taxi service, but my phone remains silent. Why walk in such scorching heat? While I generally believe that every day unfurls as it must, the need to put food on the table requires action. Perhaps I will drive through theContinue reading “One Sweltering Day”