An unexpected, but exciting adventure.
Illustration by Bronwyn James (Graphic Designer, The Continuist)
Content Creator (Poetry), The Continuist
Wind knocks against my chest as I turn the corner,
My pulse pounds in my ears,
Keeping a steady beat.
Trees pass in my periphery,
A blur of golden yellow and deep burgundy,
Decay giving way to a new season.
Crossroads come into sight,
A cornerstone of lime,
Undaunted by the mist of the morning.
To the left are vineyards,
Grapes, ripe for the taking.
But to the right the lake calls,
Brine, Everlasting and Eternal.