A storm approaches
The air is thick with moisture
Bugs cling to the screens
Darkness slows down time
Far off a train whistle sings
The moon cast shadows
Lamplight glows soft cream
Peppermint tea wafts
Cities thoughts far off
We are now back home
Ten miles from the Red River
Here the air smells clean
Published by lenleatherwood
I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.
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Glad you’re back in Texas. I look forward to seeing you this weekend.
Me, too!