After The Rain...

The waters have receded.

The flood height is shown by the leaves.

May Apples are coming up right on time.

Another dry ditch where the leaves mark the water lines.

Rock Hollow

called me.

I answered the call.

We explored.

Returning from my walk

I emptied my pockets.

Poem In Your Pocket/Poetry Jam

What'ssss in your pocketesessss?
Gollum asked.
No rings nor treasures
No fortunes amass

Every day is different
Depending on what is found
But there's always something
Picked up from the ground

Today I have a screw
A broken piece of glass
A fossil from long ago
A flint chip from the past

Every day my pockets
Tell a different tale
Sometimes it's damp tissue
Sometimes a rusty nail

So when you ask
How was your day
You only have to peek
Pockets mirror the way

Joining the fun at Poetry Jam. for a Poem In Your Pocket Day.