The solitude and stillness, at once comforting and disconcerting.
Hints of a breeze.
Thoughts engaging, surfacing memories.
The past: plainly in view and on display.
The chill to the bark and bone.
Reality, brought back.
To the forefront.
Branches of the mind.
Harbingers of haunted dreams.
Times, places, faces.
Best forgotten, never quite complete.
To be alone in this moment.
To seal it,
wrap it carefully
In a delicate leaf of black lace.
A tear runs down a waiting cheek.
Slips silently to the earth.
Returning to the bark and the branches.
The leaves, still to appear.
Yesterday becomes today.
Promises of tomorrow, perhaps.
Renewed hope and letting go.
Life’s lessons, from the trees.
A poem I wrote a few years ago that was prompted by this intriguing photo taken by Jason Evans.
It’s sunny here today, woohoo..hope you have sunshine too, wherever you are! :)
“The Beckoning Spring” © Geraldine Hartman 2008
From the poetry collection: My Poetic Path