Observing the Colorful Healer
the colorful healer stood out in the plant convention
most of us were dressed in dour, drab, earthy clays or browns
the healers from the forests were dressed in a variety of greens.
the colorful healer could be easily spotted wherever she went
she shone like a beacon out of the meadows of greens that day
most of us had never thought to dress like this
we are garden people, tree people, bush and vine people.
She taught us a lot, living her own truth. We were amazed.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
