as if geography is destiny
leaves turn miscellaneous
in our anthology of trees
just gentling into time
all we can grasp for now
is this softness between us
a metaphor for unexpected
meaning--as if we invented it
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Pic: I didn't check my work, but it has been nearly a month since I walked by the river. I took a long walk today, and it felt SO good.
14 comments:
This is a lovely poem. I can almost feel the soft, comforting embrace of the trees by the river.
I love the use of gentle as a verb here with regard to Time. And the phrase "anthology of trees" is incredibly beautiful. Geography IS Destiny--I believe that, though it isn't as strong a force as it used to be.
Nice.
This is beautiful, Maya!
Anthology of trees! Oh, I love that.
This is lovely, Maya. I can see why you are included in an anthology!
Thank you, Nance!
Thanks, Gillian!
Aw! Thanks, Jenny!
Anthologies on my mind, probably! :D
Thank you, Jeanie!
It looks so lush down there. I like the phrase "anthology of trees."
I was blown away, Steph! I haven't been there in a month, and it looks so different from the last time I was there.
Look how green everything is! Love the gentle vibe of this poem!
Thank you <3. The green is making me so happy despite all that's still messed up in the world.
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