M. Sobie

The Divine Dance

The aged reed bows to the Autumn wind to join in and delight in the dance
Knowing full well that Winter is coming soon and does not want to waltz

Survival

Please do not tell me I don't belong here.
I am far too lovely to threaten your stony sidewalk structures.
I want to live, to grow, to thrive.

Neighbor Tree

Oh Neighbor tree, you have lost your coat to the hungry.
Your soul has been laid bare.
You stand in front of me
Proud to be humble.