Monday, January 18, 2010

swamp song

I long for the damp scent
of black, sandy loam
at bayou's edge,

soft patter
of gently lapping water,
murky green and dark,

whispers of breeze
from dragonfly wings.

I long for home.


Unspoken said...

I long to go home again myslef, but it is no more.

CathM said...

Hmmmmm... I know that feeling. I long for 'home' too... but I no longer know where home is (sigh)!

RachelW said...