Wednesday, May 31, 2017

A Halfway World

She leaned against a crooked tree
neither standing nor quite sitting.
She shuddered in the halfway breeze
neither warmth nor cold 'twas spitting.

The sky was blue
though cloudy too,
the trees were large, though weak.
She glanced and saw a stranger's face
reflecting in the creek.

It seemed it was a halfway world
It seemed she was a halfway girl;
one foot behind in yesteryear,
one hand pulling the future near.

Though she was nervous and confused
she smiled in the sunlit chill,
"At least," she said in halfway tones,
"The earth seems unsure still."

Copyright Lover of Lembas 2017

Brown Withered Plant during Daytime

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