Sitting on the cliff

Don't worry,
  not what you think.

Just a moment in nature,
  moment to relax.
 
Eagle flies over,
  landing on the branches.

(Yes, not a metaphor, or any kind of trick.)

Trees are stunted,
  damaged by the fires.

New growth already began.

Sit on the stone,
  observe the damage so far below,
  like a scar.

Watch,
  and take hope from the signs of healing.

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is beautifully done! The reassurance throughout, the form, message, gorgeous! xox

[asdarkeyesclose]

'(Yes, not a metaphor, or any kind of trick.)'

i like metaphor, done well it is the magic that grows out of poetry and its uncompromising horizons, but it is nice to have a break from it sometimes and just enjoy the simplicity of words. a lovely poem.

[Jon Roggie]

I will admit this is a compilation of too short a summer. The bald eagle was a highlight. Thank you.

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~ i needed these words... i needed this infinitely poetic dose of hope...

[Jon Roggie]

This is a reminder of an interesting summer. I miss being out of the city. Thank you, as always.