Broken BranchPrecariously perchedUpon your rockyHomeA dry island within Chilly October watersWhat is your story?You carry scarsYour bark Has beenStripped awayYou have been CleavedFrom your tree Of lifeBeavers have feastedUpon youYour pointed tipTheir signatureNow points heavenwardAre you lonelyAs youLanguish uponThe solid slab of rockGrounded in river’s bed?Are you cold?Scared?Or, maybe delightedTo have a perchTo rest uponAContinue reading “Are You Scared?”
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Crumbs for the Journey 