October's stillness blankets me,
glides behind the drake,
milkweed parachutes adventure
upon her breeze
father and son hold hands, latter silenced
by valley and mountains ablaze.
The leaves have yet to frolic, the boy
to voice his questions. Now's the time for worship.
by Margaret Bednar, October 14, 2015
|Blue Ridge Parkway - near Blowing Rock, NC|
linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Up Close & Personal - Micro Poetry" and also their "Tuesday Platform".
I originally used the word "blessings" but I really think I overuse that word in my poetry. I think benediction is a nice alternative.