T is for Tree, a poem by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2017.
The wind rustles through
The branches of a tree,
As if I hear a voice
Calling to me.
You sent your message,
A whisper on the wind
Telling me that all is well,
And I may begin again.
**This post is part of my A to Z Blogger’s Challenge. My theme is “about me.” Not too difficult, right? This post reflects a peaceful walk after a hectic day that included, among other things, a fire in the oven that required the fire extinguisher. No joke! Let’s start over anew tomorrow, please.
Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet. It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.
Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge? Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com
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