Monday, March 29, 2021

So much of what we see is projection...


What do we project onto this leaf? 
Is she brittle, parched and vulnerable; 
Waiting, helpless, for waves of grief 
To wash her from this rocky shore 
And carry her to the dark depths of despair? 
Or can we still admire the delicate tracing 
Of lines upon her golden skin; 
The way she glows with reflected light; 
Her fragile beauty as she awaits 
The breezes that will lift her to new horizons?

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