The stone feels foreign beneath my fingertips.
Dirt crumbles, moss glares, the wind accuses me.
A loud-mouthed crow dives forward.
My foot slips on a loose brick,
but a helping hand steadies me
I won’t be devoured by the ravenous bramble this time.
Hiya friends, I’m a bit behind on the poetry challenge because I traveled to Nova Scotia last weekend to visit my family.
It was a great little getaway, and I returned with a new story idea for my NaNoWriMo project 😀 I’ve already written two chapters, haha. When inspiration hits, I follow ❤ I’m going to save my notes for this project and tackle it in December or January.
Happy writing and see you tomorrow!