6 May 2008

Memory tree

My memory tree is rustling now;
its leaves glowing gold in dappled
sun. How full it feels; see, how
those new great branches stretch
to the sky -
or the hidden roots that
burrow deeper into the earth.
A tree that rises to meet us
on our path -
and shade all our insecurities.

A tree of gold
that only you and I can grow.


  1. Oh how pretty! Will this be made into cards... or a tote?

  2. It shall be going into the the little book of poetry and sketches I'm working on :)

  3. Dearest cobalt blue:

    I think there's a bit of elven in you.


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