She Reaches For The Unknown Poem by Tracey Hardie
She Reaches For The Unknown
The sun rose—
stretching her rays
with ghostly fingers reaching
through trees
trying to touch
things it could not see.
Patience
is her virtue
as time revolves the world
with its simple possessions.
Her fingers now touch warmly—
linger on the exposed
she filtrates
layer, by layer, below.
And nature
responses
with palpable growth
filling voids past the obvious.
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5/4/2024 6:18:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice picture you paint of the rising sun. Well done, Tango.