The Trees.
Together, the trees
say. Hard to tell if they blow
the wind, or it them.
Us.
Together, we sway.
Blown by winds far away, or
in our souls; our hearts?
All poems and prose ©Richard Poole at www.poetryandproseblog.com
Together, the trees
say. Hard to tell if they blow
the wind, or it them.
Together, we sway.
Blown by winds far away, or
in our souls; our hearts?