in the days between believe and break
the sun rose dark and painted shadows
trees bowed and let go of all they held
bare fingers pointing any and no way
and all that was once held together by time
let fly the wind and broke into pieces
of nothing sinking deeper in the deep within
and cracks spilled hope in freezing drops
bottom chased chained below motionless
curtains drawn, she never left her bed.
Talking to the Clouds 
This is amazing. The photo is stunning. Quite haunting in a beautiful way. And your words are haunting, as well – like a dream that plays over and over again.
Thank you. Believe it or not, the photo was taken with an IPhone, while holding a chihuahua! The words just wrote themselves. I am glad you liked them!
A really neat picture and the words go along with it so well!
Thank you!
Beautifully worded, sensitive and deep.
You always write at a high standard; but this one speaks to my soul.
Thank you.
thank you, my friend
beautiful shot!!!
thanks!
It was taken on an IPhone while holding a chihuahua! 😉
Thanks! 🙂
There is such a level of grandeur to this post; love it!
Thank you so very much for your kind words and continuing support. I really appreciate it! 🙂
I love this point of view. It’s like the trees have gathered round in a huddle.
That’s what I thought, too! Thanks!
very nice. you are a very talented writer.
Thank you very much.
arresting imagery…
thank you!
A really enjoyable and heart felt read and an image that really compliments the prose. Regards, james
Very nice photo. There is something about tree tops that gets me. All the best.
Thank you. I love the tree tops, too, especially when they are talking to the sky.