Zulema Guerrero, IMPACTT c/o 2005
I am walking through crystal clear
water,
Watching the fish drift away, from an unknown visitor
that has gotten in their way.
The cold breeze caresses my face
as I splash through the creek,
My hair dances in the wind like a delicate butterfly
cutting into the air with no definite direction.
The sun is gleaming down at us,
Making the weather just perfect,
Flowers manifest themselves in bright, colorful hues
that prove spring is on its way,
Bunnies leap in the moist emerald grass,
As spiders weave through their web,
And coyotes hunt for their prey.
This scenery provokes reminiscing about long ago,
when I would run down the stream like a leaf carried
by the wind.