The Leaving #napowrimo

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.
rippled water of ocean in daytime
Photo by Jonathan Borba on

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!

12 thoughts on “The Leaving #napowrimo

  1. 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.

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