On an ordinary spring day, this Tuesday afternoon to be exact,
it was like nature had quieted down in anticipation of the storm.
Butterflies hid themselves in the colorful petals of the spring flowers
and birds had sat down in the shrubbery, seemingly having siesta.
The wind was light, barely stirring up a silvery shudder on the water,
but clouds were already gathering on the horizon, coloring the ocean.
I could sense the pull of silence, like a tender tug on my soul
by an invisible, but profound presence. And I felt so much alive.
5 thoughts on “Tuesday Afternoon”
Love the vividly tantalizing imagery. Wish I were there!!
Happy you liked it. I decided to experiment with some different formats of poetry/prose this week, something different for each day of the week…let’s see how that goes.
I want a one-way ticket there.
Very immediate images – nice!