The Bare Tree

October 21, 2007 § 4 Comments

Life is like clockworks…
time travels in mysterious ways:
the hours are minutes-
and months, days.
In this world-
miles from home
with no one to watch over me…
I am not alone.
If I could wish
on every tree I see…
I wish my wings were clipped
and for a moment, not set free;
then, I could make my footprints
in wet sand…

And able to call
this place … home, my land.

 

© Sonya Rose

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