Letting go is not an easy thing to do,
to let your voice be carried away in waves,
and allow the rain to fall in empty fields.
Let me return to the forest to find an embankment deep,
a humus of soil and rotting leaves of winter
to wait for snow,
where glances of sun through rough tree bark
will find me by the frozen creek,
and warm me once again
in my solitude.
KKLE May 26, 2013
(c) Karen K.L. Espaniola 2013, All Rights Reserved
May 30, 2013 @ 09:46:16
I truly feel your words, Karen. Letting go is one of the hardest lessons in life.