‘When the Ground Breathes’ (a Poem)

‘When the Ground Breathes’ is one of the poems I’ve been writing lately, as I work on my second anthology. I’ve been teasing out each poem in my mind, exploring exactly what I would like to say … and little by little, I’m starting to arrive at my destination. 😊

When the Ground Breathes

Their steps were light
On the old roads they traversed
On torn branches
On wilting petals
That breathed β€˜thirst…’

They knit stones
Into mountains
Called rivers to shine
And crafted blankets of daisies
Poppies
Wild flowers
To cradle weary meadows
To sleep.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Violet Plum says:

    This is beautiful πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you πŸŒΈπŸ’—

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Violet Plum says:

        πŸ™‚ You’re welcome πŸ™‚

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