Wednesday, March 9, 2011

In her hands

Her palm beckons.  Lay upon me.
Cradling arms for my sleepy bones
Resting, I feel the pulse of Earth
from her body to mine
together we rhyme




Story by Little Drum

4 comments:

Leah said...

beautiful!

Leah said...

beautiful!

Fallingladies said...

I love this, I've always been drawn to photos of mossy roots on trees!

Anna Circo said...

I love your trees! Absolutely beautiful.