Kentia palms catch a breeze

Kentia palms catch a breeze

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Kentia palms catch a breeze
   And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
   Comforts me like the psalms.

I amble slowly between them -
   My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
   The fresh air fills my lungs.

A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles -
   Beautiful but defiant.
Gold sealed up the fissures -
   Reminding me of who I am.

© 2025 Amy Michelle Mosier


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Added on January 20, 2025
Last Updated on January 20, 2025
Tags: life