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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Bones

On a gray afternoon
I see the shape
of the aspen tree
anew. . .






4 comments:

  1. Yes Barbara, Believe that I look out my window right here in Park Slope and see the same branches, waiting. Love your rendition.
    Love you,
    Paulette

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  2. The aspen is my body - ready to be reborn. I am toally still, vulnerable, bare and open yet within lives all potential. In one moment I "wake up", radiate out, and the potential transforms into warriorshp, over and over again.

    Thank-you Barbara for such inspiration!

    Love,

    Evie

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  3. I miss aspen. They are so lovely out west. Here high winds have felled massive old trees. Oddly, they fall without hurting anyone, even an old dog standing nearby.

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