It’s raining today. The air is cool, not yet cold. Leaves are turning, tops tinged crimson, waiting for the blush of deep Autumn. And I’m thinking of summer: the tepid, glassy waters of Desolation Sound:
The childish antics of young-adult children:
Precious time spent together as a family (like the days of old…)
Still waters that run both deep and shallow, cherished all the same.
Hello,
My name is john munonye you can view my poem on nwabritish.wordpress.com
I’m a poet and a Novel writer, I hope we can be friends and share some knowledge together.
Thanks
Love Desolation sound!