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
Ohhhhh. "fingers full of moonlight." YES.
ReplyDeleteI have a love affair with trees. This is perfection.
Thanks, De!!
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