The wind leans into the trees,
as if seeking counsel
from something older than time.
A bird cuts through the sky-
not hurried,not lost-
just certain.
The river doesn't ask
if it should keep flowing;
......
Perhaps you'll read this
on a day without direction,
somewhere between silence and breath.
This is not an answer,
not an explanation,
but a trace.
To whom it may concern:
you don't have to be certain
......
Perhaps you'll read this
on a day without direction,
somewhere between silence and breath.
This is not an answer,
not an explanation,
but a trace.
To whom it may concern:
you don't have to be certain
......
The wind leans into the trees,
as if seeking counsel
from something older than time.
A bird cuts through the sky-
not hurried,not lost-
just certain.
The river doesn't ask
if it should keep flowing;
......