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”
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)