the water is rippling serenely
my voice echoes over the surface
the morning air chills me sweetly
the air smells green with algae
i stroll by the bank of the lake
it is a perfect fall morning
9/28/2020
YOU ARE READING
Poems, or Whatever
Poetrya place for me to keep track of the poems i write, mostly for school, some not - some of these are several years old, oops
