The old maple listens to the conversation on a gray night.
Rain falls like tears after a lover leaves,
Wind whispers secrets,
Hail chatters about the snow coming to visit,
Tires swish home late for dinner,
Heels sound a staccato.
Door opens and closes,
Warmth reaching his branches,
Laughter like a blanket signals good night.
Have a story or an idea? Tell it in 55 words and see the g-man!
8 comments:
nice.
make sure you tell gman too...did not see you on there, but you were in my reader.
great 55.
mine is up.
I love "tires swish home".
Great 55. Sounded like real life inspiration.....I love those. My 55 is HERE .
Thanks Brian--I posted with the g-man this morning!!
willow--I thought about that one for a while-trying to match the sound;-)
real life yes--it's been stormy for the last two days. Each winter and every storm I talk to the big ole swamp maple that everyone wanted to cut down--I saved his life and I just hope whenever it gets really windy or icy that he hangs in there and doesn't send a branch or two raining down on us!
Laughter like a blanket... that is the very best kind of good night.
Well done!
Mine is here.
CM...
Another Gem!!!
This was just Perfect.
Excellent 55 My Dear..
Thanks for visiting and playing today, You Rock!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
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