Hope

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