one branch
one branch that didn’t come home with me
one branch that stayed on its tree
one branch that slept in the snow
one branch unafraid of the dark
one fallen leaf sticking to my shoe
one branch
one branch that didn’t come home with me
one branch that stayed on its tree
one branch that slept in the snow
one branch unafraid of the dark
one fallen leaf sticking to my shoe
you have made the litany sheer poetry
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Thank you Laura. Brevity has not been one of my charms, so…
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So much here in such little words. What do we carry with us and what do we leave behind?
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Sorry, my dumb fingers and head, clicked the wrong button to comment back the way I should. Thanks – always – you know.
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Thank you Bridgette. Again. ❤️
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maybe as zen as I get : )
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Fragments left, only. Yes.
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A fragment yet connects to the whole – is how I see. Thank you de.
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