Mid-morn, heat rising,
restless dog at my feet,
colors lush and brilliant,
nature's fullness.

The naked tree stands tall and stark in the midst of this greening;
she is dreaming a different dance, let her soar to her own song.

Is the journey over or just begun?
Spread your roots and be.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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