Single branch floats on murky water
like dreams
once flourishing, dressed in green layers
till storm breaks and scatters
stealing life
Breeze carries the branch toward shore
Great Blue Heron nudges, prods, piles
lone twigs, once refuse
to form a nesting place in the brush
anticipating
Labels: Floating
3 Comments:
What a beautiful picture of hope, Floss. Indeed, when life's storms break us, God picks us up and gives us new purpose.
By Pam Halter, at 9:18 AM
Floss,
Thanks for sharing this poem. What a great picture of the cycle of life---birth, growth, death, and rebirth....
Marian
By marnaturelover, at 8:55 PM
Really vivid. I like it
By Unknown, at 12:29 AM
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