Word Pictures

DISCLAIMER: I am purposely not adding any pictures to this post.  I want you, Dear Reader, to form your own pictures for this post.

Shortly after I began working on my last post about Words, Kevin Cordi posted the above quote on Facebook.  "Hooray," I thought, "the lead-in to my next blog."

I promised a story or two; so I'll start with a poem I wrote one morning while watching the world from my backdoor as the rain stopped and the mist began rising over the Valley.

After Effects of Rain

© Julie Moss

March, 2015

On a misty, moisty morn

Vapors rise from the valleys

As smoke rises from

The village fires.

Damp air hangs heavily

Clinging to the mountains

And even though the temp

Is warm, a chill permeates.

The cat refuses to stay inside

Prowling the new wetness

Instead of sitting by her

Fire.  What does she seek?

The mistress dreams of a day

With no obligations

A day of her own

To do with as she wishes.

Here's a link to an older post that tells the story of how I came to be in this world.
What's your coming into the world story?