A Gurgling Flow

I sat near a tall fountain in a park.
The gurgling flow brought a calm to my storm.

Atop the weathered bronze, two children played.
They held back an escaping goose.

A floral pattern garnished the basins.
Around the tiers sheep and rams gazed out.
The water dripped slowly from their mouths.

Leaves were sprinkled around the park.
The autumn sun would set soon.

I felt safe in the small garden.
Calmly, nature shared its beauty with me.
I was relieved as my anxiety melted away.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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