New Growth July 19, 2017July 19, 2017 / Michael J. Cunningham / Leave a comment The spongy mesophyll is obvious now, Even in the out of focus areas, Blurred by the present, Needing air, Water and Sunlight. In readiness for new growth. Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
The Stub July 18, 2017 / Michael J. Cunningham / Leave a comment Visible on the path, The tree stub of my presence remains, Like a mile marker on a journey, When once they sheltered under my branches, And now they walk by, Wondering why this vestige has not been removed. Not knowing what sort of tree grew here. Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
The Sandbox July 17, 2017 / Michael J. Cunningham / Leave a comment Taking some alone time, Grains falling through my mind, Each one considered, Collecting in a lifepile which supports me. All of the same color, yet different. Share with others Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...