The Climb

Sometimes going backward means going forward

The Climb

Feet among the branches,
Silence in tow
Mind headed for heavens
Limbs & leaves mingle above the norms of old
Catch the wave of soundlessness
Return to days of old where little minds
grow in the imagination of the soul.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's true when we are engrossed in nature silence becomes our bonnet. As we take in the sites and store them with our imagination.

[barleygirl]

This is a great glimpse of how life can be both cyclical & topsy-turvy. I love the opening line . . . it feels like one is hanging upside down . . . that starts us off on an unexpected note. Lives are often a mix of moving forward & flashing back, well imagined while reading your message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Papaya]

Going back and reflecting on your path allows you to reset it. I feel this. I'm doing much reflecting and resetting these days.