we are stonewashed
by river
we are blistered grey
by wind
yet you warm
gaping hole inside our chests
with tenacity of sunflower
bowed black
seeds all stewed out
but standing tall, unyielding
rid our eyes
of ash
stir our words: worthier gladder
<bravehearts>
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Sarah Connor. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, ASH. Thanks for the visit and comments.
