Showing posts from November, 1996

A Southern Afternoon

The sun lazily melted through the muggy air,
Down to the swampy marsh.
On a moss-covered bank, I sat - swatting away mosquitoes.
The air was suffocatingly sultry, and
My shirt clung wetly to my skin - I was waiting.
A gator slithered through the muddy water,
Toads chirped their mating song,
A fish jumped,
Still I sat - waiting.