Warm sun-dappled leaves
Wind-rippled set to dancing
Pale lazy blue sky
Seasonal setting
Telling tale going nowhere
I long to be young
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I love those ‘wind rippled’ leaves Ina, a very evocative poem.
Thank you, Andrea, for taking in my poem at a sensing level.
And we can’t wait to grow up when we’re young.
Alas, so true. 🙂
It sounds like a longing gaze and drifting mind.. which made for a wonderful poem 🙂
Lovely comment, Christy. Thanks.
You have a youthful soul dear. You inspire me!
You are a dear, Heath. Thanks for your comment.