The Riddle Tree

The Riddle Tree

Always a puzzle

This cycle of living

A riddled rustle

Of the pieces I’m missing

The key to my reverie

Is locked in this rhyme

A forgotten memory

Frozen in time

Wind passes over

Dancing my leaves

Then follows October

And my dormant dreams

Reaching out with my fingers

I stretch to the sky

Catching sun as it lingers

I let out a sigh

Laughing at the smaller things

And carvings others wrought

Crafting my leaves and seeds

I’m settling into deeper thoughts

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Magenta · F

Happy to see you writing and sharing. Lovely!
I love the reference to Autumn, season I adore. 🧡

CCMorgan · 51-55, M

Thank you for your kind words ☺️ @Magenta

It’s been way to long since I wrote anything… it was time! I’ll have to see what you’ve been up to with your writing 🤗

Magenta · F

@CCMorgan Glad you found some inspiration. 🤗

Not much, and if I do, I rarely post it out here.

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