Sequoia Roots

Frail branches look to the sky
for guidance.
A grey demeanor makes today
Seem all the nicer
with twists of contrast and control.

Swirls of swaying sea green backdrops.
Raindrops
brewing around outstretched arms
Aching and sore
Soaring in circles are
The ideas of all that is and the

Premise for what was to be.

Growing spaces between
Fingertips and toes
Spread wide
So as not to get too close to
what was.
The blue breaks, leading us to
Where we find ourselves
Again and again.