Washed Free
Across the snow covered hill
the shadows lay before me, still
I search for words in the sunlight
But there are none, as if it is night
Maybe another time or day,
I will have much more to say
When the snow melts to the ground...
When spring brings forth its sound...
I will sing like a bird in the tree
My music will not escape me
Maybe another time or day,
the butterfly will come along my way
Lively, fluttering, flower to flower
Then, words will flow with a rain shower
If I can catch it just in time to be,
washed free from constraint on me
Heidi Sands
3/18/23
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2023
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