The storm has passed
now mist trails the dawn
in the stillness of the creek
the reflection of a tree
leafless, accepting
its branches were shaken.
An old poem that came back to mind after reading Christine’s post this week.
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The storm has passed
now mist trails the dawn
in the stillness of the creek
the reflection of a tree
leafless, accepting
its branches were shaken.
An old poem that came back to mind after reading Christine’s post this week.
View original