Bald Hill Road

One

I am called to this
lone tree the hum of the birds
and the bees
the swift current winds need my breath
to join in
to sit still and soft
shoulders warming from the high sun
melting the busy must-do layers quietly
one by one
until all is shed and the ground absorbs
my weight my hair
flows lightly behind
me and here now I am one
with this magnificence

** This post is part of Monochrome Madness, a weekly challenge brought together by Leanne Cole each week. You can find all of this week’s entries, HERE. (more…)