Only the sound

Hard to say,
  but you have to stop.

Forget anything else.

Stop.

While we move place to place,
   listen.

The pine needles in a breeze.


Drip of the icicle.



Sound of a new heartbeat.


Each a quiet symphony...

Reviews

[Renée]

reads like a lovely garden ride upon a tortoise… can u move a wee bit closer to the icicle so I can catch a drop in my bluebell cup?

[Jon Roggie]

but of course

[Renée]

I thought you would agree since the strawberry plant is right below it … giggling

[Jon Roggie]

Wait... strawberries...