The forest sang of moans from years past,
while crumbling leaves of sorrow the blackbirds pecked for morsels--what luck!
Hidden among the knots and gnarls of bygone woes,
centuries of secrets stitched like a patchwork quilt.
Ancestors are breathing through the branches.
(note: different people from different blogs wrote each line, starting with Gary Hess and his Poem of Quotes Blog...mine is the last line here)
1 comment:
Awesome line! Thank you for linking to The Shores of My Dreams and PWB.
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