Nesting In The Niche
We reach out
we touch the silent leaves
hanging on the trees of one another’s lives.
We smell the flowers of hope, feel
easy satin petals rubbing up against
the warm breast of nurturing....
Our leaves lie still on the emerald tips
of our words where they fall.
They wait for someone to mow them down
and take the fertile leavings;
the compost of our thoughts, nutrients for their need.
A grass sowed full with bursting seed.
We reach out,
We tangle ourselves in one anthers twigs,
swing from the strong straight branches
of years of growth.
We seek shelter and freedom in our touching,
we find quiet and peace
and nest in the niche
of each other’s dreaming.
5/1/08
5 Comments:
..."and nest in the niche
of each other’s dreaming." how beautiful your metaphors, I am always in awe before I start reading one of your poems for the first time.. there is such lack self-consciousness to them, as if they were born all by themselves, with a life of their own.
Hi, how are you doing? This looks great. This site is a lot better than I thought thanks to a mutual friend! I look forward to visiting more often. The last three of your posts are great!
This is so lovely!
This is so beautifully written and says so much. I love trees..trees of the ages know everything..
I found your site via river whispers, "Ardi" blog. I'll drop by again soon.
Blessings,
Rhiannon
sorry..correction "River tree whispers" blog..
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