I Was TreeI was a birch tree, white slenderness in the middle of a meadow, but had no name for what I was. My leaves drank of the sunlight that screamed through them and set their green aglow, my leaves danced in the wind, which made a harp of my branches, but I did not see or hear. Waning days turned me brittle golden, frost stripped me bare, snow blew about me during my long drowse, then Orion hunted his quarry beyond this heaven and the sun swung north to blaze me awake, but none of this did I sense. And yet I marked it all, for I lived. Each cell within me felt in a secret way how the sI Was Tree
Rags and Riches Another gorgeous morning. I don’t even have my eyes open yet, but I can tell it’s absolutely stunning. Colder than I’d like my house to be, but to be truthful, it feels quite nice. As my morning routine continues, I don’t open my eyes just yet. I enjoy being awake inside my own head, stretching out on my beautiful bed, and imagining what Helena has cooking for breakfast. French toast sounds good. So good, I can almost smell it. She’s a damn fine cook. Maybe I should give her a raise. HoweverRags and Riches
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