The Tiny Finger
© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake
How possible to be so small
And smaller yet her fingers, toes
Proportioned like a tiny doll
Alive she is too soon to grow
And smaller yet her fingers, toes
Proportioned like a tiny doll
Alive she is too soon to grow
Afraid to hold as she might break
But let one finger down to touch
So tightly held her tiny fist
Imprisoned digit as my heart
But let one finger down to touch
So tightly held her tiny fist
Imprisoned digit as my heart
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The Tiny Leaf
© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake
In spring, a tiny budding leaf
Its texture smooth with lifelike veins
Bright sun so fragile, colorless
Throughout the day a varied green
Its texture smooth with lifelike veins
Bright sun so fragile, colorless
Throughout the day a varied green
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The Tree Branch
© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake
Incipient bud erupts to twig
The twig leafs out, arrayed in green
Matured to branch new buds erupt
As life is changing always on
The twig leafs out, arrayed in green
Matured to branch new buds erupt
As life is changing always on
November 5, 2019 at 6:27 am
Lovely poems! 🙂
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