I am waiting
forest, riverside
where the sky’s color has drained
to fill the trees golden
canopy, hushed, leaf carpet
where the maples lean together
where I last saw the wild rose.
Younger, when I had no heed
for thorns raking flesh
nor savored any delight
but your command
for quest, complete, rewarded.
Never young enough again
for any of your power
to transform these scars
into patience, like tree-roots
sink and drown
This is beautiful Jennifer. I love the lines flowing into one another–it’s very dream-like. It makes me think of a fairy tale.
I especially like the first two lines.
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Thank you, Merril! I wanted it to feel dream-like, so glad you felt that.
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I love this so much. Such beautiful, sensory images ❤
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Thanks so much for taking the time to let me know!
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