August 2025 – Page 2 – Picking Up Roots

Places

a dream
cupped gently
within a restless might,

its prevalence
the axis
upon which
a world turns;

so precious
fear of its shattering
stops any movement

keeping the body
locked in place
as the mind
dreams of another

Trees

I am the willow
standing tall
and weeping
for the hurt
of this moment,
and those futures
never to come;

there is oak
inside me,
hard and resilient,
it is how I will get through;

evergreen
your memory
carried close to me
will live on

Healing

we are all part
of something greater
than ourselves;

the best of us
look out
when they need to heal
within