Beneath the Boughs


I seek quiet.

Not from the world around me,  but from the whirl within me.

A moment beneath the boughs, standing amid the falling petals, when I’m not his, or theirs, or unsure of what I want to be.

I seek silence in the breeze.

A shushing of the doubts.

A surety of me.


One thought on “Beneath the Boughs”

  1. Good morning, Allison.
    I just wanted to say that this is a lovely post, and your photograph is wonderful. I’ve always enjoyed the beauty of nature, and the calm, still serenity of sitting/laying under a tree.
    You’re a wonderful writer, and photographer.
    Never stop. 8)



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