Buddha in repose Advertisements
On this hot and humid midsummer’s eve the river calls to me as bullfrogs croak in a throaty bass while a whippoorwill sings in the trees.
“We are all Liquid Beings.”
Creek’s clearest water As sun shines through to the sand
Blush pink flamingos Slurping briny shrimp upside down Feast of shells and tails. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg RonovanWrites #Weekly Poetry prompt #Challenge #158 Pink&Shell Pixabay