I was late getting home because I stopped on the way to sit by the river today. Remember those short fall days when sunlight spilled the color of the leaves across the blue glass surface? The small brown trout waited in that hole beyond the maple root where the children always looked for them. Trout at peace with the world because the water was now cold and refreshing and determined children were now in school.
I sat on "our" bench. The place where you first touched my hand as I watched the breeze and sunlight play with the top of your hair and realized that you did have a few freckles. We were at peace with the world back then as well, not looking forward or back but enjoying the moment.
The woods are damp from last night's rain and the pine smells sharp when mixed with the mustiness of the first fallen leaves. The sun crosses my body in a warm caress and I loosen the green sweater that you said you liked because it brought out the red in my hair. I wear it often these days.
I bid goodbye to one more day. Its end bringing you closer to home when we can sit here together once again.
What a picture! I could just sit on the bench and soak it all in.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice post. And a beautiful picture. Just the thing to read on a drab Saturday here in London.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeletePoetry, you had me sitting right there with you, beautiful words. Hope your loved one is home soon.
ReplyDeleteawww...this is beautiful...and heart felt as well....the river is lovely...a great picture...lots of love and memories here today....smiles.
ReplyDeleteWhen the picture fills up my screen, oak leaves are reflected in one little cascade of water. It's a scene to remember, and write about.
ReplyDeleteGreat photo to go along with a vivid memory.
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ReplyDeleteIn words and photo - so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteNice reminiscing Tabor - Dave
ReplyDeleteBrilliant river, shining in morning. You know how to write, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI think I can smell that sharp pine you speak of. Love it!
ReplyDeleteI saw the picture at the top of the post and my mouth fell open. It almost looks too good to be real. I didn't think the post could get any better. And then I read your words. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful.
Wow.
I love that shot ... and the narrative you weave through it. Fall is a reflective time.
ReplyDeleteYou must have enough pictures and sentiments to publish a book or two, Tabor. The words in this post brought together with this serenely, fabulous photo are pure magic and inspirational. Thanks for the peek. =D
ReplyDeleteDreamy picture and dreamy thoughts...I hope your freckles come home soon.
ReplyDeletelove the photo - and the sentiment is touching and sweet. i read it three times...
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