Spring
I walk, head down, back bentI have mirrors in my soul
I keep them hidden
my thoughts unbidden
come to mind.
Today is sunny and breezy
the trees sway
the ground still soft,
I do not sink
I no longer float
I am just
another footstep
In the history
Of you, of me
of even us,
in the rose
that rambles
and the brambles
that grow,
the ivy that creeps
and creatures
peep,
waiting for the all clear.
I will wait and watch
look at the veins
on a leaf
and trace
the trajectory of a life
that meanders
no purpose in mind
Poetry by Elle
Written on 2026-03-15 at 15:05
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