Tuesday 18 September 2012

Four


My elders
Teach me
Quiet voices whispering 
My story
Smoky threads infusing
A sense of self

The Elder
Grows here
Prolific blooms suffusing
The hedgerows
Bittersweet flowers connecting 
A sense of earth


My children 
Beside me
Quiet breaths diffusing
Into ether
Silent stories healing
A sense of soul