Kindred Spirits
I am drawn like a magnet
to this one tree I pass by
in my lone walks in the woods
even as I try to hide my thoughts
among the distant somber clouds.
I feel kindred to this tree.
It stands solitary but haughty
like a royal sentry to the wild grasses,
formidable in silent intensity,
a sculptor's work in progress.
Its profound tranquility calls out to me.
I am drawn to the inner strength it permeates
as the summer breeze beckons us both,
kindred spirits aching to believe and seek out
respite from yawning shadows, fleeting they may be.
@jjote 063021
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