A Tree Without Leaves
Standing tall
here I am
attune to the future
but grounded in the past
sturdy and strong
a constant all along
I hear that lovely song
the seasons have come one by one
blustery and boisterous
bellowing amid clouds of grey
and with the years
most now drift away
left alone to till, to toll, to toil
this soul's tested and soiled
rooted in goodness and grace
just waiting
for you and that happy face
leaves blow about in the wind
I breathe and take it all in
the beauty and what's about to begin
your back rests upon me
looking out trying to find
what's really growing within
a plume of a passionate mind
a trusting of kind tattooed
etched in the shape of a heart
unearthed with endless rings of meaning
holding on to a hope
that love was once
and will always be true
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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