a foreign language, excited,
gather from the calm lake to shore.
They pass the word for food:
I eye the park sign “feed only apples, grapes, carrots.“
Now I know what to pack on my next visit.
Brown Sycamore leaves
crunch underfoot, creating a layer
softening my blanket under a tree canopy.
My lunch is sweetened by a cool breeze,
and an entertaining storyteller
sharing the late afternoon sunshine.
This distance from town
gives pause for the Glory of Nature,
and the precious moment of a lover’s kiss.
December 23, 2020
a first visit to General Coffee State Park