Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Snapshot

On a hillock by the park's entrance, a three-iron shot from my back door, stands a cluster of pines, in the city confines, and at the foot of these pines a bed of needles burnished a burnt sienna, beckoning me to lie down in their autumnal comfort, their soft cushion with last year's fragrances and brittle repose, so yielding, so inviting.

But I keep walking.

3 comments:

Patti said...

That was a long, but beautiful sentence, PK.

Sounds like a tranquil setting.

Patti said...

P.S. take out the comma after long. sorry old chap

azgoddess said...

aw, come on! go back and lay down on them....

yea, i do love happy endings...smile