First light, and
a chill mist.
Low bird calls.
Small and quiet,
the eldest child
zips her way
out of the tent.
Gathering
wildflowers,
she sips a bit
of mountain
water.
Reaching
up, she
offers
her flowers
into the
crook of
a plain tree,
bowing down.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
First light, and
a chill mist.
Low bird calls.
Small and quiet,
the eldest child
zips her way
out of the tent.
Gathering
wildflowers,
she sips a bit
of mountain
water.
Reaching
up, she
offers
her flowers
into the
crook of
a plain tree,
bowing down.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
