Transitioning In The Rain

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The rain is light, warm, and steady

It’s April…the month that I was born

I’d been wandering about, waiting to transform

Ready to embrace a new destiny. My toes were numb, and gushy.

My feet; now solidified. I hear birds chirping, a tune especially for me.

I’m suddenly feeling free. Oh yes! There’s a reflection, and it is one of me.Such peace to have the mind-drift.

…Transitioning now…Wow! Becoming a tree.

Returning to a place, from which I came. You see…it always was a piece in me.

By Vera Jackson

3-23-17

7:30 PM

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This Tree

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A cool soft breeze

The tree branches

…Sway…

With leaves that wave

On a trunk craved

…With…

Our initials

…Years…

A g o

When we were in

…L♥ve…

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Vera Robinson © 2015

The Mockingbird Sings

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We used to sit under our favorite

…Tree…

And watch, and listen to the

…Mockingbird…

Sing

It sang a tune of love and grace

&

I could see the joy upon your

…Face…

The tree has long ago been

…Gone…

But the mockingbird still sings our loveable

…Song…

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Vera Robinson © 2014

Sitting On A Limb

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If I could sit up in a tree

And watch you from a distance

I’d never take a chance

To break the limb that

Holds me near

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Vera Robinson © 2014

November Chill

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As the days get

Shorter…

November chills the

Air…

Erasing the hues of

Autumn…

With each passing day

Dusk…

Hampers the way

Once…

Brightened by a longer

Sunrise…

The trees will soon be

Naked…

Warmed from nature’s

Bark…

Welcoming the winter

Season…

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Vera Jackson © 2013

The Climb

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Sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree

An inclination sparked in me, I stood up

And looked up at the sky, don’t ask me why

Just on a whim, without reason or rhyme

I begin to climb, I tried, and slipped

But held my grip, the wind started to whip

It helped build momentum, for my feeble climb

To reach the heavens

The next thing I know, I felt a bump….

With a thump…

I am back on the ground

Nothing is around, it is just me with my

Thoughts of The Climb

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