The old barn doors
in the distance heard
open
~ close
in unison
at the mercy of the
summer wind
that licks and grabs
She stands almost leafless
– cracked
bereft of feeling
her eyes don’t cry
broken stems
mushroom roofs
encircle her
and the air sings
in the distance
she will find herself
as the seasons
brush against her
standing in silence
as her last leaves fall
Copyright JMTacken 30.1.2015
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You had me by the end of the first line 🙂
Thank you R, glad I did. ☺️
This is beautiful.
Thank you lovely 😘
I feel that wind blow. Love the picture painted here. 🙂
Thank you lovely lady, glad you saw it. 😘
I can feel how hot and dry that is. Well done! 🙂
Thank you hun 😘
amazing imagery you painted with your words, jen –
Thanks sweety, glad you liked it. 😘
I felt wrapped up in that picture Jen.
I’m happy that you felt the scene,thank you sweet. 💛
I really enjoyed this Jenny. Great wording! 🙂
Thank you so much Daniel, appreciate your kind words.
but seasons come and go…ever changing…
so she only need wait and grow through to once more find leaves…
smiles.
You have realised what I wrote…so I thank you ..smiles my friend.
This was a compelling poem with so many dimensions held in its special words, Jen!
Many dimensions is true darling, thank you 💛
Love it when you, Jen, my dear friend call me ‘darling.’ huge hugs and wrapping up a pretend bottle of something spirited to sip from and wish there were some good things to ‘toast’ over there….
I had the feeling this could relate to me. The things that happen as we age we have no control over and we are like nature at the mercy of things around us happening.
Thank you Michael, I think there are many dimensions to be read in this, appreciate you reading my friend.