Oh, look! There’s white against this blue, cloudless sky.
The trees are starting
from the winter slumber.
I, too, am shaking off the
snow to embrace this chance
He looked a bit shocked.
Bark falling off.
One eye and a gaping mouth.
Oh, what stories he can tell!
Even the trees
have been out
to get frosted tips.
Trees waking to the morning sun.
The trees asked to line up in the fallen snow
and dance. Bring on the rhythm, grace, and play.
Beauty. Now, they becon. Dance with me.
Prepping for winter the trees are now bare.
Tossing their branches. Swaying with care.
Creating a dance only they can hear.
Music and rhythm the birds must land near.
Ready for winters blast
of snow and cold, frosty paths.
The trees are bare.
In the chill.
shining like a beacon in the forest
calling me to rest my feet
at your trunk
answering a longing
to be at rest
I sink into the branchy folds
at your golden base
lovely we could meet this way
in your true form
golden goddess you are
lighting up the path we walk
glowing and nurturing
among the ancient pines and young birches
you find your grace for us
What an absolutely gorgeous tree! 😍
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie
It has rained abundance in the grove of trees.
They clap their leaves. Sing with the breeze.