The Art of Loneliness….

Beginning of the hardwoods

 

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Tree alone….

Moss weary and syrupy thick….

Every branch a game…

Every limb a story…

An invitation to climb embossed in gold…

owner of the breeze,

and ruler of the sky…

comfortable roughness matches my skin….

touch feels nothing..

We’re all the same…

Blind to sins…

And loved alike…

Tree alone…

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David L.Whitman 04/10/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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17 thoughts on “The Art of Loneliness….

    • Thank you so much:). That was the first tree in what was to be many hardwoods…It looked stately strong and a bit lonely. Like a sentinel standing guard. Thank you so much for stopping by!

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