Although I find nothing inside myself to write, I look to others today and allow their writings to provide narration through the photos of this post. Each of the following excerpts are mantras I walk under or quotes which stirred my heart when I read them. I hope you also are touched by one of these phrases or poems. The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough - Ezra Pound Ode to the Twig By Joshua Shaarda Green and fresh my fragrance wafted Under my shade the monarch lofted Providing air for all to breathe I was beautiful shades of green Cooled air, my strength seeps to depart My leaves, now radiant, display divine art Flames of red, glow of shining yellow Gazing at my beauty helps people mellow Exposed and cold, vulnerable- bare My leafless twigs now ex
