Mossy Creek

cloudy skies and cooler temps open

the door for fall weather and while

it may seem a little premature, it is

actually later than it should be...  the

grass is dry from lack of rain --  there

is little moisture in the air...   creeks

and ponds are drying up --  all the

manmade lakes are below capacity.

an evening spent in silence save the

ringing in my ears and I wonder if

all I needed to do was cry a tear...

a mossy creek makes it home at the

bottom of a smoky mountain and

I drink the alcohol made from the

still nestled in the cave where bears

used to make their families on hot

rainy days...  there are no salmon

swiming upstream nor are there any

wide mouth bass swimming down,

we are where we need to be and the

valley learns to take care of its own.

3 October 2022