Haven
There is plastic fast food packaging,
Pundit screaming television,
Blindingly bright digital billboards,
Ice cold building in the middle of summer.
And then there is you,
White pine,
Steady and straight and strong,
Haven for small creatures.
Nourished by sun, soil, rain,
You grow,
Stretch.
You embody the Light.
I want to align my life
With yours.
I want to be
The single pine cone
That hangs gently
From your reaching hand.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
There’s no better way to start the day than with a Maria poem. This poem is so lovely and calming. Happy sunshiny Sunday, dear friend.
Happy day to you, Chris!! Thank you!
Maria, I love this. To me it is a love poem to Mike from you. Of course he is the white pine.
Thanks.
Beautiful and peaceful focus for this Sunday morning. Thank you, Maria!
That is really sweet, Susan!
Thank you, Gloria!!
Aw, that is sweet, Susan! Mike definitely introduced me to nature in a way I had never known before.