gallery A Branch

These trees.
A forest surrounds me.
I am accustomed to growth.
Striving.   Nurturing.

I accept the boughs above me.
There is comfort in the shade.
Relief.   Passiveness.
Peace.

I’ve seen many seasons.
The heat of summer.
Foliage of Autumn.
But now, it’s Winter.

I’m thankful for deep roots
reaching further underground.
Roots of strength.
Roots that last.

Right now,
I’m bearing all,
touched by others
on my journey.

It’s my place
where I again look forward
to the Spring
of new life.  Regeneration,

replenishing
rain, sunshine-
storms and clearings.
This poem is just a branch.



By: Lucia Haase


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