we hold hands to ground ourselves for the heavens call a song of peace nature’s song the trill of wren the slide of wind the murmur of water the warmth in the cold breeze your fingertips as you let go.
I will try to do a poem every day for National Poetry Writing Month; no guarantees. 🙂
The Leaving has also been included in this week’s dVerse Open Link Night. Many thanks, dVerse!