small stones. 10.

January 12, 2013

small stones. 10.

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ancient tree, old friend:

you have witnessed birth and death beneath your stout limbs.

you have heard my songs, you have said "amen" to my prayers.

i cannot even look at you without weeping, you are so beautiful to me.

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Comments

Rosy Revolver said…

I feel this way about the massive magnolia growing on our family farm. So many memories beneath that tree, so many centerpieces built from her blossoms, so many rounds with a rake, so many seed pod pretend microphones, so many climbs upwards. So many seasons come and gone and on their way.

Thank you for taking me back there.

January 12, 2013 at 3:09 PM