Cradle of Comfort

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #17

girl, tree

Out on a limb–
my favorite tree
where Dad used to
take me. Warm
afternoon is fading
as I sit patiently
waiting to reach
a decision. Perhaps,
I hope to glean
some wisdom from
this old tree, which
still holds me
in its boughs,
comfortable and safe.
I do not want my
decision to be made
lightly, as the weight
of it could drastically
change my life. In lap
of my cozy tree, I sit–
out on a limb.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Cradle of Comfort

  1. Carrie V. H. says:

    This is lovely Sara! Life must be lived out on a limb sometimes indeed!


  2. Pat: willow88switches says:

    a safe haven in which to stop, contemplate, dream and be cradled ~ how lovely your interpretation Sara 🙂


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