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| Stitch Meditation on Trees |
As I sit and look out my window,
Or stroll on my almost daily walk
Tall trees stand
Exposed, bare
No fancy dress of greens, pinks, oranges or reds
Just skin and bones
Skeletons really
Waiting.
Waiting for spring to come.
Waiting for a new day.
A day when the sun will again warm the earth.
Waiting for a new dawn.
When new growth will begin to stir
Nourished.
Exploding into riotous color.
Providing shade, shelter, food.
To a world that’s been waiting.
Resting.
Preparing for a new day.
Happy needle pulling thread!
Rose
3 comments:
This is really good.
excellent work and poem, Rose, thanks for letting me see it.
Lovely. You are very creative, Rose. Thank you for sharing.
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