The Sprouting Tale
How I wish I could write…like a Tree grows
deeply sown
anchored in sturdy roots
settling and extending girth beneath the surface
then sprout of thought breaks soil
rising slowly
seeking the warmth of light
an understanding nurtured with coaxing
branches of details would broaden and multiply
lifting story
as intricate bud blooms
unfolding leafy threads, the vein of life flourishing
and then, at peak, the height of action,
Exploding Colour!
Gasps of glory resound, aha-ness
cascading to a lilting end, painted with meaning
the Leafy tale would rest
Fully Grown
released to the breeze, shared, accepted and set…
Free.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, October 15, 2018.
Image: SpringFall by P.A. Moore.