
trees stand bare,
exposed,
stripped of leaves and lies
and limited by the sun
and the seasons and the
seemingly endless cycles of time
and space and your reality
and mine
trees stand bare,
exposed,
stripped of leaves and lies
and limited by the sun
and the seasons and the
seemingly endless cycles of time
and space and your reality
and mine
Oh how lovely – both the winter photo and the beautiful poem ๐
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Thank you! ๐
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Just standingโฆ ๐
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๐
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Lovely
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Thank you Sherry.
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Hauntingly beautiful.
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Thank you Nico.
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I like the line “stripped of leaves and lies” . . . it reminds me of the value of being in the core of oneself, not extended out. And the rest of the poem gives me pause to think of our interconnection and effect on each other. Thank you, Sylvia for another evocative creation.
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Thank you for such thoughtful comments Jan.
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