A wild breeze breathes the gaps between the iron grey trunks
Leaves, newborn and virgin green, twist as chill raindrops slide down verdant skins
A darkened sky holds all in, somnolent and steady, ready for her pouring.
Lover Earth, flexing her spring lungs
Sprouting green and red amongst the tinders of winter.
Liquid lifeblood.
Another spring, again not the silent one.
One more to hold dear. A bonus season.
Lovely
Thank you Bernadette. 🙂
Reminds me of Ted Hughes.
Ah! One of the all time greats!
I love the green-ness of this branch against the bark. It suggests promise.
This is a very special woodland, I spent dawn there today with a family of roe deer. It’s the most promising and magical woodland I have ever been in.
Wonderful writing…..you are very talented! Loving these Stories..
Thank you Michelle. Sharing my words is a bit of an edge for me, but I’ve decided to just go for it! 🙂
You definately should share your words as well as your beautiful photography. Inspirational!
Thank you June. I shall certainly continue to do this more. 🙂