Around the bend of your kiss
is a mist that turns my voice thick.
Our journey reveals mysteries
one at a time.
No longer wading in uncertainty
we stand together under a waterfall of eternity.
Toes gripping a slippery foundation
fingers laced, we face each other
in the path that lies ahead.
Heavy clouds block the sun and release.
Footsteps make a slurping — sucking sound
the ground is a sponge taking more.
In contrast to the grey-white sky, color flies
to the feeders and bobs brown and pink
as squirrels and bunnies nibble nuts and clover.
Watching and sharing their delights,
joy thrives in the swell and flow.
Day 2 of The Poetry Chain 5 day challenge