The sun illuminates
a seeding breath
that blows ahead
past mistakes
planted in the ground
of a man
that sees deep
from inside a tree
where the roots
begin to paint internally
on a palette underneath
where the colors
rise to the earth
as the rains bleeds
Copyright © 2014 Christopher Lynn Lane
Wow, this is beautiful, Chris. A special, insightful poem.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I had not yet read your profile description on the sidebar, but did just now and think it is also special!
Lydia, thank you! Very kind of you! Thanks:)
DeleteI enjoyed this :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ashley! I'm glad you stopped by and I appreciate your nice comment. Thank you:)
Delete...and the struggles from that planting of seeds does bring growth...this is another beautiful and heartfelt poem Chris...its always a pleasure to stop by your blog. :-)
ReplyDeleteCarrie, you are too sweet! I really enjoy your comments, and reading your beautiful poetry as well. Thanks again:)
DeleteAlso this poetry is very significant.
ReplyDeleteChris ...the errors of the past ..are not our enemy, they serve to our seed for growth, and to sweep via the errors of the past.