NaPoWriMo #22

by krstaten

Waves crashing against the rocks
at the side of a lake, like
ocean water breaking on the shore
line. Sunset laughing in the face
of the horizon. Everything sparkling
like wine or new glass. A dead fish
floats across the surface.
A creek in the darkening woods,
a snake sliding through grass,
through ravine, alongside paths
of beaten down straw. Water bubbling,
then laughing, then mumbling,
then gurgling like the drowned.
Sunset whispering between
newly budding tree branches.


Today’s Recommendation:

A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats