And what of my life as a tree
Were you there to gather the dried leaves
when they shook free?
Were you there to place soil
when my roots were bare?
Gnarled ghastly by the sting of the frigid night air
Every spring you revelled in my richness of green
remarking such foilage you never had seen
Yet when fierce lightning tore branch from my core
You ran from my shelter
Watch the swallows by the window
As they dive dance, spin and sway
Buoyant on warm dawn breezes
heralding the new day
Hear the hum of the city waking
Catch a breath of forest air
Know the chaos that is waiting
Carry stillness with you there
Strewn saffron strands paint the sky
as morning birds float gently by
The waves creep onto my shore
leeching a salted residue
like sweat evaporated on skin
low tide reveals my within
Shallow rock pools
brimming with shine
medusa sea grasses
suspended in brine
and starfish curl and sway
whisper good morning, good day
Ocean renew me in cyclic refrain
infuse me with currents
from warmed summer rain
as my heart
Refuge of forest green, I have found my joy in thy scented cradle
Sweet pine and tender spring leaf
Fronded fern, shade seeking solace
Inviting me down on undulating moss beds
Your bird lullabies lull my afternoon thought
Not a breeze to silence the hum of wings
Shall I take you with me?
Seeds in my trouser cuff
I have the great fortune of living in the sky, many floors high. Gazing West.
Every evening I observe an ever changing, dynamic interplay of currents that toss and tickle the layers of clouds. Celestial exhalations like God’s soft breath create unique patterns. Another beautiful sky tonight. Be mindful of nature’s exquisite elements.
Consider the sky.
via Daily Prompt: Notorious
Oh notoriously noxious nettle
you nitrogen needing nuisance
nibbling at my navicular.
Trichome tendrils talus teasing
stinging my bare ankled pride.
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