Your happy gurgle entices me so,
my feet stray from its course.
A bitter wind knocks me back on track.
How I wish to sit on your side listening to you chatter endlessly,
but, alas the frigid air chases me away from your edge.
Perhaps soon we can resume our conversations.
~This poem was inspired by a quick moment I had walking next to the creek that runs through campus. I really wanted to sit down and just listen to the water but it’s way too cold out to do so. 😦