Hope holds the bended branch
in the wind, looking to
fight the weight of air.
The trunk stays firm.
See beyond what is
today, to the place
where the water pools
and the crickets sing.
Read the signs that
that tell you there is more.
Lift your dreams with
the gentleness of a whisper.
Hold firm your intentions, but
let them speak for themselves;
a garden of seeds packed firm
into the warm ground.
Thoughts drift like the snow,
blanketing the ground you
trust. A momentary distraction has
no strength to change your mind.
You are undeniable.
To Ms. Dillytaint,
This poem is so very good.
Yours truly,
A. Blogger
Sent from my iPhone
>