Posted by: Artsy Squibbles | July 14, 2006

Remembering?

The Swing

Breaking this fast of pain and grief

I light my soul upon a leaf, and rest

aware that all I breathe is due

to everything that’s green and new, and test

this branch, this bough, this arm

that stretches outward without harm or hurt,

with beckoning leaves that dance,

with light, with life, with chance I flirt,

along with birds, and bees I dally,

my heart brought to its knees, we rally ’round

With gratitude for sky and ground, and trees.
Picture and Poem copyright2006kbmcanelly

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