Desert

hannah miller
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read
photo by me , California

Travel the back road into solitude where

Thousands of seeds lie dormant

Waiting , waiting endlessly for the rain

Which will spring the rusty key and

Sprout them into impossible being

From the light sandy floor

Craving the silence, you wait

To hear your own barren thoughts emerge

The wind comes to carry your inner voice

To tell you what you cannot say

But lies dormant waiting within

Your stony heart, softened now

The mountain reminds you of

Your sleeping power

How you stood before drought, and sorrow

And blossomed after the tears fell

Each time more gnarly, more beauteous

In defiance , out of the suppression…..

You’ve traveled this road before.


Originally published at cowbird.com.

hannah miller

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Story telling was a part of my history. I grew up on an Island in the Atlantic where oral stories were told for entertainment.

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