I look to the trees for faith
wondering if their season will flower
if the opening I desire will lift
what lies beneath the pavement
finding a way to open air
of fragile color awake in the light
tenderly pushing toward heaven
rooted forever in the Earth.

 

 

8 Responses

  1. I, too, look to the trees
    But to give form to the wind
    Telling which way it blow
    Which way I ought go
    From whence come a scent
    Like love’s after glow.

  2. How beautifully you expressed the confidence we may have in the cycles of life. We sometimes forget to see deeply how reliable these rotations are & how they effect our inner beings. Thank you Don, for your very touching poetry.

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