Reaching

Trees and clouds at dawn

Desolate, I walked until the cold
Numbed the marrow of my bones.
The clouds roamed so restlessly,
But I headed East stone by stone–
Long past time I headed home.
Hours passed and a flash of gold
Showed me that tomorrow had come;
Shadows danced across the road
As I retraced my way to yesterday.
The tree I knew since I was born
Was skeletal now, weak, and shorn;
It trembled in the early morn,
Branches reaching not to me,
But to something that I could not see.

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Written for the Daily Echo

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15 responses to “Reaching

  1. Pingback: Reaching ~ Paula Light #writephoto | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

  2. Esoteric, wistful and sad…but moving. Thank you. x

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  3. This is like a wistful longing for better times, past.

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  4. Love the sense of nostalgia in this…

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  6. This speaks to me on several levels – of a time I walked through a forest at night and of metaphorically coming through darkness into a changed world. Thanks for capturing this and sharing it.

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