A WALK IN THE CLOUDS

mist, eerie, memories

Today, as leaves dance to the dark earth

red, gold, brown

mist soars to obscure the high mountain peaks

a mesmerizing mood

Brings me back to younger days when I flipped, flopped, splashed in a myriad of puddles

while my mother shrieked " Don't get your pants wet"

I asserted my independence and

gloated in my own slap happy world

not a word did I hear

At once, I smell the dew

grass still green from frequent summer rains

listen to the squeaky wet grass beneath my boots

take note of those tiny morsels stuck underside

A macabre walk in the clouds

a muzzy vision of the sticks in the forest

tree tops just a mirage

I snap a photo to trap the ghostly stillness

which attests to my musing temper

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I can identify with this perfectly Betty. There is nothing better than getting my running shoes on and setting into the unknown.
Thanks again
Alan.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Alan, today in NC it’s a walk in the clouds day! Thank you alway
Yours, Betty

[Dara]

Oh to go back to those childhood days. It’s like the sights and smells are locked in our memories and come back in a ‘whoosh’ when triggered. I simply love this write with all the wonderful descriptions and photo which is just perfect. Your words bring the reader to that very place as if right by your side.

[Betty Hermelee]

Dara, what an amazing review! I’m glad I took you back to your slipping and sliding as a fleeting memory too! Thanks so much, best, me; stay safe!

[Ladysue]

I kind like when something sparks a familiar memory and we can wrap our selves around them and smile as you say ‘gloated in my own slap happy world’ love that line.. I love the tone, mood of this piece. Made me smile..

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for a lovely review!

[barleygirl]

This is a sparkling collection of muddy details, sure to paint my own childhood in the boondocks where we didn't play with toys so much as we invented bee-boppin' adventures. I love how you insert that little side-thought about how mom would scold . . . isn't it amazing how many decades that conditioning lasts, such that we feel we are "being independent" just becuz we do what comes naturally? It's like a timeless tattoo on what you do, going forward, this mother-daughter struggle from yesteryear (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Betty Hermelee]

Just a flippin and a floppin...dearest Margie, such a thoughtful review, and I guess all of us can relate to some fun memory like this.....XO, B

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes a solitary walk in a natural setting can give rise to a thoughtful turn of mind. Memories of the past can be triggered unexpectedly. It's almost like a mystical experience where we can be lost in the stillness of being. In such an atmosphere new understanding can come to us. Occasionally, a poem will, too.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks John, alway a thoughtful review
Best, Betty