Tree
where you go
the wind follows
as if no
choice remains but
that of sun
and oak an
attraction such that
limbs curve to
light a certainty
which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all
sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree
Written in the 80s, “Tree” first appeared here in December 2014.
Perfectly Beautiful!!!
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Thank you!
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Ditto – perfectly beautiful!
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Thanks, Jazz.
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Reblogged this on On My Feet and commented:
“I have this thing with trees…”
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Thanks for reblogging!
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Dwight!
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…and yet another gift. You are so generous…! ⤠š
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Ah, thank you, Carrie!
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The perfection of Now, from Then. That’s almost Always …
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Almost! š
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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Good one !!
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I’m so pleased you like it. Thank you.
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so true too !
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