The willow, slender as it is,
misleads
The alder branch a weak thing
that overtakes
A drop of water no threat
until the flood
And the feathered fledgling
but a glimpse of freedom’s flight
The infant’s cry is a prelude
to life’s aria
Child’s tears the lessons
to wisdom’s strength
Parent’s comfort the roots
of flowered hope
And quiet grace the uplift
for heart’s soaring journey.
-KJ Roe
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Dreams of Shadow and Light 