She steps
into the open
no longer
sheilded by
her trees
throwing her
head back
to howl
at the moon
#28daysofwriting day 9
Thoughts for the moment. I'm not sure if I want this to be a completed poem yet. Post your comments below. I would love to know your thoughts on this.
its interesting you ascribe the trees to her as if she owns them..
ReplyDeleteit's wonderful as it stands~ however as good poetry always does, it inspired words from me~
ReplyDeletethe branches become
safety's arms
yet she can see
through the open spaces
between the leaves
that one day
she will have
to venture forth
from beneath
this haven~