An Ode to Breathing
As I glance outside,
With no effort –
I see the frozen trees breathing.
Them green ferns sway
a kaleidoscope just a-beaming.
Moving to-and-fro;
I find my conscious over-leaning.
I see below
just to my left.
An image, yet so ever seeming.
At once I sense
A breath
It blows
It’s left without much meaning.
Except to those
who hold on for a feeling.
A feeling right,
a shrug with great might.
Let’s leave with no shame tonight.
~ The Pink Lady
The Pink Lady 