This is the last one... and that means I managed to blog 24 days in a row! Thanks for sticking in there with me, Walking Man... how's it feel to be my most faithful reader?
I'm the wee one
The conundrum
The irony
I'm the "reason"
But those who spout
About
Me
Are just as bent on buying
As those who trim Thor's tree
I'm the life
The breath that started breathing long ago
That breathes now
But I don't breathe of judgment
I don't bring war
I don't cause the hate
I am not at all
What I am painted to be
Please don't judge
Don't assume you know me
Your limits
Box me in
And cover me up
Just listen
To the snow outside your window
Sifting through tree branches
To the padding feet of pjs
To the softness of prayer
To the feel of poinsettia petals
To the whispers of love
All around you
Only then will you find me.
Who am I?
You are the 4 Haiku and 1 Tanka I wrote this morning. Oh Spirit sprite.
ReplyDeleteI think people who know of this place and do not red and comment as often as they can are missing out on a wonderful friendship.
No not Sprite soda pop
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