TREE OF PROSE

My words pour forth
To free myself
My mind
My heart
My soul

For you I am still
Silent and waiting

The tree of my prose stands bare
Dark and alone atop the hill
Unprotected from the bitter chill

For you came like a gale force wind
And the leaves were whirled away
Far off as forgotten things
When wrapped in loves tender embrace

Yes, the tree of my prose stands bare
Against a winter grey backdrop
I gave my stories to the rest
To you I gave my self

© 2011 Jill Terry

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Riding the current of life's changing tides, while capturing my journey in images and words... View all posts by jill

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