Let’s go! It’s time!
I’m still in my floral blue knit night
gown, plum-colored sweatshirt, &
baby doll slippers from Walmart!
No one will see you or care.
An uncharged phone?
A half-packed purse?
Uncompleted morning duties?
I gather myself,
an imperfect bride,
for the trip.
I view trees in autumn attire ablaze
against a sky the color of my blue on white china
left unwashed in the sink.
The creeks & river have risen again,
meeting us along the road.
Muddy currents obscure clarity.
Mesmerized by the mystery,
I arrive at the bank
with dry lips the color of pallor.
In the stillness,
an ancient sycamore disrobes.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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