RootsA Poem by Tricia Mc
Trees that had once looked like any other to me became as recognizable as the faces of old friends
Their branches gesturing with sudden meaning Their leaves beckoning like identifiable hands I will sit by the river and listen to the lessons she has to share © 2017 Tricia Mc |
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