Haven – Sophie Reynolds

Cross legged I sit,
on mountains of wisdom;
a cushion of reality.

Truths bejeweled on tree tops,
like golden apples ripe as ripe can be,
a breeze away from falling.

The morning sky flushed a dusty pink,
with brushstrokes of a happy, happy yellow,
an alliance of colour.

The sun perches on the landscape,
ruling the lands in it’s midst,
a welcomed surrender.

Tall I stand with grounded roots,
all is well;
all is well.


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