Today's prompt hit close to home. I have a big event tomorrow - an interview for a job at the college where I am currently working part-time. So, I have a lot of prayers of hope I'm whispering under my breath. But, when I turned to the natural landscape to reflect I saw the apple trees that just a few weeks ago were blazing the hills in radiant pink have begun to disappear. I saw them scattered on the ground in the fields and felt they looked like the end of a party. Then, I looked at the trees, still wet from a light rain we had last night and saw how they had puffed up (almost overnight!) with green leaves. Here is my draft for today:Prayers for Trees
At night the light rain whispers prayers through
the tin roof of our barn; prayers not meant
for our sleeping minds or motionless forms.
They are prayers for those last scattering
of pink apple blossoms strewn across fields
like the forgotten confetti of spring
as the gnarled trees stand steady against wind
in the wide green field. Prayers for those trees
as they thicken with green leaves, the promise
of tart, ripe fruit. By morning, the storm will
be gone, the tree near bare of blossoms
and we will wake without knowing about
the prayers whispered in the dark of night.
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