Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tree Teachings

A flurry of cotton candied pink
Whispers goodbye every evening
As I walk my final walk of the day
From classroom to car

Not merely rising victoriously on ends
Petals flutter from every branch
Ushering me to walk steadily from
My pace of work to my pace of rest

Wooden rest so inviting
Reminding of the chance
To sit, reflect, and hold soon
As it sits, reflects, and holds the tree

Renewed with spring
My feet guide, each evening
Away from expectations
Only to bring me back tomorrow morning

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