Haven

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

6 thoughts on “Haven

  1. 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.

  2. Maria, I love this. To me it is a love poem to Mike from you. Of course he is the white pine.
    Thanks.

    1. Aw, that is sweet, Susan! Mike definitely introduced me to nature in a way I had never known before.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *