kicking up thoughts
this breeze
stirring around
kicking up
my thoughts
like these leaves
the old oak
stands, weathered
almost bare
shivering
on the hill
his layers
scattered
through the wind
yet i wonder
why is a tree bare
in the cold of winter
yet fully dressed
in the heat of summer?
i myself shiver
just at the thought
of that cold wind
brushing against him
as i add depths
in the layers
of my thoughts
to regain warmth
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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