Searching the small pockets
keepers of time,
rain drops in puddles
filling tire tracks,
cool damp breeze
through leafless reaching branches.
All the flowers dried
and drooping
half their original vibrant hues.
Spider webs stretching
thick bass string
lines over head.
A silk roof dripping.
Gravel crunching under boots,
a narrow path to safety.
A small clearing
through the woods.
A breath
Of fresh air.
