Walking with Words

Words have come slowly today.
Spontaneity just rising from the sofa to take words walking this evening ~
a few fluttered forward like shy butterflies
early evening backed by a faint twitter of songbirds
covered rudely by crying calling gulls
disturbing the peaceful skies
apple orchard alive with distant voices
city silence settles around me
buildings in sharp relief against evening azure skies.
One man's footsteps marked and hurried disappear down the dirt path;
white, black tipped huskies, collars a-jingle, pull their master energetically,
a young woman shares the acrid whiff of nicotine that jars against this cool shadowed corner ~
three random passersby returning from the workaday world.
Peace settles on the city.

“You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do.”

~ Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake