our echoes roll from soul to soul and grow forever and forever. alfred tennyson

a new beginning

a new beginning
ethereal stain rising like water on black paper - boy soldiers standing guard - fragile protectors of daybreak --- a page turned - just as quickly turned again

Saturday, May 1, 2010

i am a tree

gnarled roots anchored in earth
scarred receiver of life
gashes weeping sweet nectar
born of weather and time
unfolding toward the light

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful and I hear what you're saying. Keep writing.
    Your little brother.

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