Streamside

An expanded and edited version, of my poetic response to Icelandicblue's poem, "Murmur Sweet". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1345281/

Softest of sounds
Are found
When and where

We least expect them.

Healing us
In ways
We never expect.

But

So needed

By our bodies

And souls.

Like a delicate breeze
Cooling us
On a warm spring day.

While

Laying beside

A babbling stream

Dangling our feet

In the water.