on sturdy branches
i sit with peace
on gentle winds
i float above
darkened crevice
lined with age
promises refuge
when in need.
come to me
rest your wings
the day is new
and golden
made for you
and me
dawn's delivery
en plein air.
en plein air
on sturdy branches
i sit with peace
on gentle winds
i float above
darkened crevice
lined with age
promises refuge
when in need.
come to me
rest your wings
the day is new
and golden
made for you
and me
dawn's delivery
en plein air.
Thoughts Of An E'ville Woman 
What a lovely poem and magnificent old tree.
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That tree was quite stunning and a great inspiration.
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What a spectacular old tree. Your poem is beautiful, Denise — a perfect companion to the tree. Hugs.
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Thank you, Teagan. This tree is a beauty, scars and all.
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That’s beautiful, Denise. Pretty soon we’ll be looking at those bare branches.
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Yes, we will.
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