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January River of Small Stones - Jan 20, 2012


Skeleton Swing

It is warm today giving me time to sit and bask in the sun.
Gentle breeze lifted my hair;
A dried seed pod from the tree above floated down
To join the many other brown twelve-inch long pods littering the ground.

The skeleton of a backyard swing sat forlorn
Above the stepping stones I brought on the plane from Carolina.
No children now skipped upon the stones nor leapt into the once swinging chair;
Broken, it stood bare and alone, the frame waiting for a new occupant.

January 20, 2012

Comments

Barb said…
Nostalgia here - except for the breeze in your hair.
J Cosmo Newbery said…
Time. All it takes is time.
New swingers come.
You are both right, Barb and Cosmo. Nostalgia today for days gone by and today the frigid air makes me nostalgic for the warm breeze in my hair! But time will bring new swingers ~ I long to still be here to see them.
Nkeiru said…
Yes they will come but meanwhile I dare you to have a swing yourself - just pretend you are 10!
Oh, Nkeiru, shall I take you up on that dare? When my fever goes down, maybe tomorrow. . .

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