Emergenceby Connie Marcum Wong
I have become a part of this tree I am connected to its roots and its spirit is in me.
I feel the love of the land as morning mist shares a kiss, I reach out my hand.
Birds alight from their flight on my limbs and sing songs of love throughout the day until twilight.
Much fruit I have bared through long summer days; earthly gifts to be shared.
My dress ever growing then my leaves change their hue into autumn; soon snowing.
My limbs, flakes will pursue yet the cold revitalizes, my favorite blessing; life to renew.
Spring it seems will soon arrive and again I will blossom feeling the divine grace of being alive.
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volume 9(6)This poem is copyright © 2005, Connie
Marcum Wong, all rights reserved.
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