Severance

by Joan

Tiny tip of pine

lying on the ground,

green needles fanning out

from gently curving stem,

what calamity brought you here

for me to see and hold –

  so tiny and so broken,

you who were once part of

a green and greater whole.

                                                              JDG

 

 

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2 comments on “Severance”

  1. LuAnne Holder's avatar LuAnne Holder says:
    January 30, 2019 at 5:48 pm

    Perfect description of mindfulness, Joan.

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  2. Bill's avatar Bill says:
    January 30, 2019 at 1:47 am

    So rich Joan…so rich in so few words. Masterful!

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