Monday, April 11, 2022

Day 11. Ever Green


Earth lies heavily upon my eyes

Until I raise my gaze aloft  

and trace the trajectory of her branches

that achieve the sky, cathedral high.

Buoyant in their reach,

and massive in their sweep,

they traverse my window panes

overspreading the sky.

And I, petite beneath their verdant reach

Find ancient endless breathing peace.


Prompt: Write a poem about a very large thing
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