Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Gift of the Cottonwood

While purging a stack of notebooks, sketch pads and journals that have been collecting dust for far too long, I made a little discovery.  A half-torn, barely legible series of words that when read appear to be a poem.  I don't actually remember writing this one, but the scrawl does look to be my own.  It's dated 6/6/11, which would most likely put me in somewhere in Colorado....

Gift of the Cottonwood

A lick of thunder to kiss the sky

Chimes dud their melodious swagger and come to rest within my ears

The swift breath from a mountain's exhale carry with it a cottonwood's gift

Light so long it barely crowns a bough, but it is just enough

I love it when the trees wave back

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