Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Pilgrimage






Pilgrimage


Let me travel
like the trees –
delighting in the trip.
Not seedlings newly sown,
but those Ancient Ones  --
seeded, rooted eons ago --
with feet firmly planted,
yet, still reaching for the sky;
accompanied by old friends,
savoring the journey.




Providing sustenance, sanctuary,
even entertainment for fellow travelers;
slumbering under the stars,
bestirring at the blush of dawn,
singing with the wind, dancing in the rain,
greeting each evening  
with fingers full of moonlight.

PSC/2014





Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 2 - A Voyage poem



 

2 comments:

  1. Ohhhhh. "fingers full of moonlight." YES.
    I have a love affair with trees. This is perfection.

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