Hope

Hope blew in
On the wind today
And I knew
By the way
The spanish moss swayed
All pointing me in
The same direction
Nature it seems
Is gently whispering
“Listen,
You’re not lost,
Go inward.”

-me

Painting: Live Oak with Spanish Moss, Henry Patrick Bruce

~ by April on October 23, 2025.

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