Every branch bending
In this moment's breeze
A sure and certainty
I will not break
Against the assaulting
Winds of change
My hair caught up
In the propeller blades
Of Autumn's unforgiving gales
I surrender to set sail
As the migrating birds travel
I will not choose to go South
Instead settle, nested
And allow myself
To be well rested
In the Northeast tree tops
For they have always
Given a safe haven
For a heart to heal
When once you spoke
Of cloudless skies
Ours to ride, with shared abandon
Turned, but to a banning
Of this bird's flight
Until a kinder hand lifted me
Repaired, with a gentleness
My wishful wings
Releasing me to flutter
Farther than your eyes
Ever envisioned
I love the meditative and reflective mood of this piece. Healing hearts; it is a marvel that physically our beings seek to heal themselves of the wounds inflicted by life, and ever more so a marvel─though perhaps less appreciated─that our injured souls can find healing in time. Thank you for sharing this lovely work with all of us, in all of our stages of healing hearts.
I enjoy reading your warm calming word's and how they heal the soul.. iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a tad sad but still hope filled and rejuvenating... it has a musical ring and speaks gently of the passing life like a passing breeze liked sat