Thursday, March 1, 2018

Marching On....

Trees are like that sometimes.
This one, rejoicing in its bareness in the blue sky, limbs outstretched, dancing in the sun
When I walked by her this morning, I couldn't help but feel that she was hiding her pain. 
The kind that leaves you gnarly, twisted, rugged 
You would miss it in the dark
But there was the blue blue sky and the mellow yellow sun 
It was a happy moment but also a sad one. 

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