i wander down the street
to the corner
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
the blue holds her
as she stretches and tangles her way
she is poised and powerful
telling her stories
to those who approach
i stop and
sending a little love your way, m
8 thoughts on “the sycamore”
Your words are so beautiful and soothing.
So beautiful and so feminine…. Xx
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.
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.
Beautiful. Your words. Your image. I’m listening….. xo
Michelle, I feel loved when I read your words.