sometimesihatemycat

Fences
Bent from
Falling trees
Of course
I miss
That feeling
Of tumbling
Into love
But my
Structure
Cannot bear
Another
Compromise
Of being
And besides
The forest floor
Is frozen

-me

Painting: Fallen Tree 1955, by John Nash

~ by April on January 12, 2021.

Posted in Body, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Being, Broken, Fallen, Falling, Heartbreak, Identity, Loss, Love, Mistrust, Poetry, Protection, Self, Trees, Trust, Winter