Impromptu

Abandoned on a tree trunk stump,
alone with aromatic funk.
Await to go out, skip, and jump,
the days that pass erase all spunk.

Profound hollowness deep within,
debate on what new days will bring.
Never to feel feet, socks, or skin,
questions are sprung as nature clings.

Sun dries up dirt that turns to dust,
soon forrest rain transforms to mud.
Inside feel life grow with full trust,
excitement rises with each bud.

Repurposed from unwanted boots,
strength that cascades midnight’s dew.
Guardian of free spirited roots,
with a great purpose built anew.

– Grace Y. Estevez Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #167 January 02, 2023

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  1. So beautifully crafted, dearest Grace!! I love your transformation of the image, and the ending is simply magnificent. Well done as always πŸ€πŸ€πŸ€—πŸ€—

  2. I would give you 400 buckaroos for those boots after this spectacular write dear Grace!
    That last stanza
    “Repurposed from unwanted boots,
    strength that cascades midnight’s dew.
    Guardian of free spirited roots,
    with a great purpose built anew.”

    πŸ’ž

  3. So beautifully written, dear friend…”Profound hollowness deep within”…do I need to say anything more? βœ¨πŸ’ŸπŸ’«

  4. Love that the poor funky boots had their hollow spaces filled and are now springing forth with new life. Beautifully written! πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

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