Scattered Thoughts

[spoiler]These are not related, they simply came to me.[/spoiler]

[b]Dead Oak[/b]

A boy and a girl walked through the woods, the boy leading the way. He held a walking stick in his left hand, a pebble in the right. He flung the rock, bouncing it off the tiny creek ripples. He came to a fallen oak tree, the wood rotten, dead, and decayed. Ants and bugs writhered within. He stepped a'top it, and firmly stood the stick into the fleshy wood.

[i]"Let us run away."[/i]

[b]Mist South Dock[/b]

Alone she sat,
on the dock,
south of her house,
south of her heart.

Mist in her face,
gulls in her ear,
the sea spray danced,
the water pounced.

She held her hand,
out to her left,
to grasp the rose,
that lay in a crest.

Held to her face,
inhaled then sighed,
openly holding,
the rose over the abyss.

Then she let go.