Beneath the Boughs
I seek quiet.
Not from the world around me, but from the whirl within me.
A moment beneath the boughs, standing amid the falling petals, when I’m not his, or theirs, or unsure of what I want to be.
I seek silence in the breeze.
A shushing of the doubts.
A surety of me.
Originally published at allisonwrites.wordpress.com on March 24, 2016.