Sycamore Bark

Inspired by Sheri Edwards, I'm starting a new blog. This is just for me to sit quietly and reflect during my day. I don't know if I'll be able to write every day as Sheri does. For now, it's simply another place to put my thoughts. She'd written about the sycamore bark she sees fall, and I thought of part of my night last night. No photo is included, as it's the day after.

Under the porch overhang we sat

listening to the rain

watching the street glisten

seeing the bark fall.

A neighbor's gutter full

water plummeting down 

making a dent in the asphalt drive

making a sound almost overriding the cars

splashing up and down the street

behind the house.