Lichen covered tree,
blossom thawing into flakes.
Spring’s joyous veil.
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Onward we go
Green, the smell of pine
as we tread needles into the ground
on our stroll about the forest on the edge of the year.
The new can be seen from over the way,
only the trickle of an old river
keeping it separate now.
Yet in a few hours,
the trickle will stop,
and the seedlings of trees will shoot up into saplings
in a whoosh of breath, colour
and cheer.
We will step together, hand in hand,
onto the fresh forest floor
ready to take in its delights and terrors
as one.
Patchwork
It’s said that every seven years,
our bodies change.
We shed who we were and take on new thread
to spin into a suit of current experiences
and timid goals.
We can’t lose our previous selves completely.
At a deep, stubborn level,
our essence never morphs.
It lies in wait
gathering parts it likes
and casting aside those it doesn’t,
so that eventually, when the time comes
to accept our truest nature,
we can be as comfortable in our own skin
as we were before the influence of others took hold.
We are a patchwork of our lives,
well worn in places,
freshly pressed in others
and often oddly put together.
But we are human.
We are flawed.
And that’s what makes us.
Treeshallow Musings 