Witness

  Some days it is wise

  To step aside

  And witness a message

  Left by Creator

 

  The tree my symbol

  Of growth mixed with death

  Freshness of leaves

  Peeling of bark

 

  I am that blending

  Of newness and old

  Of reaching to sky

  And shedding of skin

 

  I turn my face upward

  A posture of trust

  With lifted arms waiting

  To welcome reviving rain

 

Linking up with Marvia Davidson for her weekly Real Talk synchronblog.

Jamie Bagley