Winter of My Soul
I said “I have always thought of myself as a Tree”
He said ” yes, fallen leaves.”
I responded with; “No… Roots”.
He said; I have always thought of myself as a Rock
I kissed him and said “now that I have found you… don’t ever leave me again.
Our souls embraced and I spread my tree’s roots across his rock and dug deep into his strength and steadfast, he held me as I entered death.
Yet, He left.
Betty Smith Voce
Reflection of a willow tree in the lake, and a huge rock on the shore.
“The World as We See it”: Oct 2010