Hope
I am swaying in the
wind
Anchored to this
earth
Yearning for the
mirth
Of flight and fancy
and feast
Yet leafless and
among the least
I reach for sky,
reaching through the why
Longing to breathe the
incense
The colors they do
speak to me
They speak of freedom
and royalty
Which is where I’m
told I am
I reach out to grab
the wind, the hand
All the while moving
in circles
Yet there is promise,
yet there is hope
I find beauty in the
presence
Life in the smoke
I feel the roots to
the earth are strengthening
All while the promise
of new green breaks through
The clouds speak of a
new tomorrow
And the start of a
new today
K, Duane Carter 1-26-12
