The ancient eavesdropper

Sun-kissed
trees
dance
leaf to leaf
as light
breezes
take
the lead.

A dock reaches out 

to tap into the flow —

currents and eddies 

converge on steel 

and cement —

ships and 

silhouettes 

caressed by the 

Columbia River.

Tidal debris castaways —

their messages scrawled 

on sand, wood, and foam —

dots and dashes

a Morse code  

to save our souls.

With the slightest 
breath of wind —
leafy sails billow 
on masts of trees —
drifting ships 
in a blue-green sea.

In an incomplete state —

the half life of my soul —

where can I be whole? 

Beneath towering trees

soft winds brush waves

love seeps into stones

rippling through hearts.

Note: This post is a collaboration with my dear friend the talented poetess, Jennifer, from The Creative Chic blog. She penned this gorgeous poem inspired by one of my photos. Please check out Jennifer’s inspiring and beautiful blog and subscribe by clicking the link below. She had the honor of being Freshly Pressed this February! Congrats again, Jennifer. You rock! 🤘😊💕💫

https://thecreativechic.com