the sycamore
by michelle gd
i wander down the street
to the corner
intention clear
the wintry grey has finally
opened to something other
and the vision i have been holding
since winter last
that which i have been waiting
to repeat itself
has been mired by weeks of dreary swaths
but today
the blue holds her
as she stretches and tangles her way
upwards
she is poised and powerful
telling her stories
to those who approach
her corner
i stop and
i listen
sending a little love your way, m
Michelle, I feel loved when I read your words.
Beautiful. Your words. Your image. I’m listening….. xo
Had a little trouble leaving a comment this morning so I am trying again.
Glad to hear spring is starting to make an appearance, and hope the winter storm that is suppose to hit you today isn’t too bad.
Oh my. This is exquisite. I can hear her stories too. Thank you. XO P.S. Honored to be sharing space with you in Kindred.
So beautiful and so feminine…. Xx
Your words are so beautiful and soothing.
Just beautiful.
Love this!