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!
This poem is lovely. It has peace within it.
Thank you so much, Anne! 🙂
Love the trill of wren and slide of wind and how it comes down to our fingertips.
I’m listening for the trill of the wren ,and the slide of the wind.
the wren….the wind…..the knowledge they were holding hands that comes at the end in an oh so gentle way….The Leaving….poignant in a gentle way.
The leaving … conjures so many emotions. For each of us, most likely varied. Lovely poem.
Poignant and deep, this poem leaves much to contemplate 🙂
This is beautiful, especially your ending line.
Beautiful, especially your ending line.
Excellent post for this April 1st. Be nobody’s fool Sascha.
this poem is very stirring. amazing!
So many thanks, Sara! 🙂