In the quiet of early spring, our voices will travel over the lake

as we whisper our prayers, and pronounce our dreams

believing there is a beautiful reason

God made dogwoods

and placed them

along our path.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies


26 thoughts on “Dogwoods

  1. Beautiful poetry, I can envision them now in this lovely piece. There are few things more beautiful than a field of white cottonwood blossoms! Have the most lovely day Nico.

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