Monday, February 20, 2012

Honey rays and blustering days


by Jasmine Holm

Photo via: Beauty and Grace

Ash-speckled bark, barren ancient tree
Worn, torn, open crags, like wounds to pink flesh
Exposed to honey rays and blustering days

Weathered, worn sapling, my old soul
Sweeping bend, aching strain, like a woman’s aged figure
Creaking with each warm, gentle brush of time

Solemn, hushed, heart of a thousand words
Swaying to and fro, as though in time to a lingering melody
Steady me still, for all the while I do stand

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