Just open your hand and let them come in.

Hold them in your palm and think about tomorrow.

Then open your hand and let them blow like petals in the wind.

Let the swirls or air carry them to fertile ground, planted for another day.

Tomorrow, reach out your hand and touch the tree that is memory

Feel it's strong trunks and see the roots deep in fertile ground.

The soil of love nourishes the memory branches.


Janet Riehl said…

I love the sharp images in this piece and the feelings of calm, connectedness, and peace.

Janet Riehl

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