Monday Morning Mary: Spring Woods

Woods - Hidden Places

spring woods

birds at dusk
sing unseen
in the nascent green

drawn from my shell of worry
I have no shelter
but the trees

the cogs in my head
fall out,
thought ceases

in the darkening,
I lighten
and almost lift

like a prayer
from the sweet
softening earth

Blue Mary


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