Golden leaves unravel in tenderness and through love. They are held in the presence of a love so strong that beaded drops of falling rain simply disperse from their shining structures and fabric of being. These leaves open, coaxed forward in the brightness of the sun and perfumed by the salt of the air that preserves their beauty and upholds their light. |
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"Tree Angel"
Sketch by Morning Star Nature's SongPoems expressing the voice and inspiration of the natural world. Poems
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by Morning Star (Sally Jordan Austin) |