Monday, January 03, 2005
Dancing with the Trees
the rain swirls and
beats itself against the house
again
outside the trees are dancing
to the rhythm of the wind
I can hear them beckoning
come join us in the dance
their branches mingle
touching
clinging
dusting themselves clean
muddy waves that beat the shore
to rid the sand
of us again
the gulls soar above the trees
wings extended to their reach
they struggle so
to hover and to glide
all the while
i am safe inside these walls
i neither mingle
nor cling
nor touch
or dust myself clean
it is such a struggle
to hover and to glide
beats itself against the house
again
outside the trees are dancing
to the rhythm of the wind
I can hear them beckoning
come join us in the dance
their branches mingle
touching
clinging
dusting themselves clean
muddy waves that beat the shore
to rid the sand
of us again
the gulls soar above the trees
wings extended to their reach
they struggle so
to hover and to glide
all the while
i am safe inside these walls
i neither mingle
nor cling
nor touch
or dust myself clean
it is such a struggle
to hover and to glide
¶ 1/03/2005 08:14:00 AM
