I imagine, when the time comes,
it will be like walking the avenue of trees
with sun so newly risen
crisp as the point of no return
all of it so known and familiar
to say that I was once a child of this place
where I grew myself
and changed my mind
turning over and never again
because finally the horizon has a limit
and it is here where the leaves
shadow and flick in the breeze
that I could breathe once

oh, good stuff, Lucy! Great imagery and photo.
ReplyDeleteThis brought me to tears. Lucy.
ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful, Lucy.
ReplyDeleteLovely in every way.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, gentle energy - ah.
ReplyDeleteAm so touched by this. Love your use of shadow as a verb.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone! Bit overwhelmed!
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