Nov 2024
Where something lives beyond the eyes
What meets the eye, that searches for signs
Of luscious warmth, bred by life
I stand barren and bereft of the obvious signs
Of the living
As I await the season, my season to be
To flourish, to be cherished, to nurture
And be loved, I wait through the dormant
Slumber, dreaming of all that awaits
Tomorrow
What meets the eye, that searches for signs
Of luscious warmth, bred by life
I stand barren and bereft of the obvious signs
Of the living
As I await the season, my season to be
To flourish, to be cherished, to nurture
And be loved, I wait through the dormant
Slumber, dreaming of all that awaits
Tomorrow
This piece is called Where Something Lives. I wrote it in response to a photo I took. Hope you enjoy the poem :)
