Friday, October 26, 2012

dispersion

I have stepped into streams
As softly as a child
In a graveyard.
Ripples explode
Where skin meets water
And disperse on bated breath
As the morning sun burns away
The gravestone's ghostly sheen.

5 comments:

Katie Bo said...

Love it Molly. I have never been fly fishing but you truly captured the art of the whole thing. Nature is truly amazing. God is good!

Today's Letters said...

mmr, patagonia needs to hire you. the end. so proud of you, sweet friend! more than bows that rise and 15" trout caught in the dark.

bucolic beauty said...

I love your videos, Molly! You are one talented chickadee.

Molly Roberson said...

katie- sheesh thanks for being amazing.

Em-wanna go fishing sometime?

Karrina-you are the sweetest! Thanks for the encouragement.

Today's Letters said...

this weekend? #ottercreek?