I always relate to what
Ellen shares. I thank her
special words spoke deeply to me
this early morning
The Beauty of Her Scars
Limbs long since broken
Blended into earth
Wounds healed, edges softened
Knobby, cracked peeled
I stand looking at the beauty of her scars
Hoping the gods will grant me such
Glorious patina, inside, outside
As dreams, long since broken
Bring healed wounds, softened edges
A gentle blending with the earth.
Not long ago
I mentioned that
there was not much for my camera to capture
during these short cold days.
because as I sit typing away
and look out my window
there is the beauty of my Crepe Myrtle
and River Birch.
Their scars and outside appearance
of my own....
Yes, there is beauty in their scars and all the old trees
surrounding my cottage...