Waiting
by Julia Travers
The tumbled rocks grow smaller in the river.
The tree trunk grows around a wound and a neighbor.
A boulder hit by lightning sits in a field.
The decaying barn holds its wildflowers.
The dead redwood that lays like a whale fallen from the sky,
its roots exposed in a starburst,
attracts climbers of many ages and species,
and sends up new shoots from its side.
Julia Travers is an artist, writer, and teacher. She is based in Virginia and has shared her work around the state and country as well as online. View her art at jtraversart.wordpress.com.
by Julia Travers
The tumbled rocks grow smaller in the river.
The tree trunk grows around a wound and a neighbor.
A boulder hit by lightning sits in a field.
The decaying barn holds its wildflowers.
The dead redwood that lays like a whale fallen from the sky,
its roots exposed in a starburst,
attracts climbers of many ages and species,
and sends up new shoots from its side.
Julia Travers is an artist, writer, and teacher. She is based in Virginia and has shared her work around the state and country as well as online. View her art at jtraversart.wordpress.com.