Now I climb these
needy vines,
emerald ladders
reaching,
out of my stone prison,
their red fruits
calling me,
coaxing me
higher,
into its shallow
embrace,
holding me
tenderly,
thorns moving aside,
granting safe passage.
Wrapping my fingers
lightly,
like a child,
in its soft,
supple limbs,
caressing my calluses,
smoothing my hair
away from my
furrowed brow.
Rough stone,
beneath its
verdant tresses,
hidden,
beneath the swaying
breeze,
enveloped underneath
me,
I cocooned in its garden.
YOU ARE READING
Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
