The Sacrifice…

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there’s a place
within the woods
behind  a pine forest..
I call my room…
it used to be dark
and shadows
greeted me.
dancing about
as i sat
upon A mossy stone…
(Nature long ago
decorated this tiny  space
with a foot stool
and two end tables..)
Last winters ice storm
sacrificed a tree
and light
now flows
upon the rocks..
I go there at sunrise
and sunset.
I’m told that sunrays
are like rainbows
only the pot of gold
is not coins
but words….

Picture and poem by Connetta Jean

~ by connetta on January 30, 2013.

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