Blue and Smokey – September 12, 2019

life, love, nature, poetry 1 Minute

A swollen old tree,

Blue and Smokey.

Where a knot, extended

Splits into the ground.

A Home, a muse.

Beauty not built,

But shaped by opportunity.

It holds a place

Living a lifetime

Right off the wayside.

Do you notice,

Or would it pass you by?

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