Thursday, December 20, 2012

pro tempore

the sign says it's 77 degrees,
and spanish moss drips from live oaks
as the young man hoists himself onto his truck bed
to play his guitar.
a pair of grebes chuckle together,
floating on still waters,
unaware of any dire emergencies,
any past sorrows or future woes.
they just paddle on,
laughing.



8 comments:

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, to be a grebe.
The temperature here has been hovering around the freezing mark all day, and still is, although it's dark now.
Wishing you and yours all the finest and warmest of the holiday season, and if I don't get back to you until next year, have a happy New Year's Eve.
Luv, K

ayala said...

A lovely capture, Leslie. Happy Holidays to you.

S. Etole said...

Love the simple trust and faith of this. It's below zero here tonight.

Rebecca Jerdee said...

A perfect antidote for all the talk about the end of days. :)

Tracy said...

This is lovely, Leslie! It's 10 degress here and snowing. ;o) I have a post/photo to publish on Monday, the Eve, but I will be away form the pc to enjoy some festive time with family & friends. Happy Holidays to you & yours, my friend! ((LOVE & HUGS))

beth said...

i wish i was with you in all that warmth !

it's so cold here and getting colder and the snow is so high and bothersome....

but i digress.

hugs to you !

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

i love that simplicity.
it is a most satisfying vision.
n♥

Beth said...

Wow! Awesome poem! You still have it, gal!:>)