the tree golden in early summer a leafy umbilicus into light summer weeks stall forever nothing happens day after day until you forget what you've forgotten and in this shaded solitude the soft echoes of omniscience even when I can't hear them I can't stop listening
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Pic: Empty nest! The baby birds have flown!
10 comments:
Simply lovely, Maya. Do you miss your birds? I would.
This is such a beautiful ode to trees! It's exactly how I feel about them. My father would have loved this poem, too. Perfect.
Nice
Lovely ending
Beautiful, Maya! And love the photo- I hope the baby birds all made it into the world successfully.
Thank you, Jeanie. I'm so happy and relieved they're gone, actually :) Guarding them was nerve-wracking.
Thanks, Gillian!
Thank you, Steph!
Thank you, Jenny! I didn't see it happen, but I hope that's what happened <3
Thank you, Nance.
I found myself thinking about your father on my drive this morning... There are some key aspects from your writing that have made him so immediate--and the times I'm thinking of (saying you'd have to forgo grapes or taking you for night rides) he'd have been younger than we are now, figuring out things for himself... It's the first time on earth for parents too...
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