Poem: Tree in the Wind

(Originally December 2022)

Tree in the Wind

I’m swaying, branches screaming.

Storm season is upon me now.

Depressions aimed right at my heart.

Winter is calling them in to me.

I urge my toes down into the dirt.

I pray respite comes next week.

I trust I’ve been designed for this.

I jettison all unnecessary branches,

I think it will be a bright clean spring.

I am the tree in the wind!

With Love,

Dan Morrell x

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