Afternoon Run: a poem


I saw the wind blow
a thousand petals
from a tree; beauty,
wrenched and scattered,
like velvety kisses
tossed from on high,
stolen to give away

each branchy finger
released its grip,
bending with the wind
and reaching with
uncurled hands for
what the thief had stolen
before returning to
standing tall

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  1. says

    Laura, I love the simplicity and beauty of your words. In a flustered rush this morning, I paused to read this poem before heading to work at the cancer center. It caused me to still, catch my breath, and remember all that there is beauty all around us—we just have to see it.

    • says

      Thank you, Sharon. I’m a simple poetry kind of girl :). Sometimes, God speaks to me so clearly in the smallest, simplest ways. I’m glad you felt that holy presence I was trying to convey. 🙂

  2. Lynn D. Morrissey says

    Laura, you have to stop doing this….taking my breath away! I have to breathe over here!!! 🙂 What can I say? Exquisiteness, ecstasy, glory, beauty, and always, always that poetic surprise. Girl, you need to write a poetry volume!!! I would be first in line to purchase it.

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