Before the storm

The water looks like mercury,

gusty winds stir the surface,

haze blankets far distant shores.

Dark clouds brush treetops with swirling fingers

Escaping vapors rise to join the clouds,

wanting to belong, wanting to dance.

Wordle

Outer Banks Mom and Nancy at Sililoquy turned me on to Wordle. This afternoon I was just playing around waiting to head off to a meeting and created this little diddy. How fun was this! This are my words for The Lake. Okay...gotta run. TTFN!