park

∴ on this snowy morn
i stroll in the park
beneath the silver-bright sky
seeking to pen a verse for thee
loquaciously
my thoughts cascade

pondering which words to choose

i listen intently to the breeze
sibilant secrets she imparts
as she tenderly envelops me
hesitation begins to dissipate

as i search for the perfect line

i ask the brook for guidance
her bubbling conversation filling the air
lost in her continuous flow
the quest for clarity begins to ease

‘twas when i lean against the sturdy oak
steadfast in her strength beneath my touch
that solace finds me
her core though i can only sense
is marked by resilience and endurance
the connection surges bespoke

will this bond- liminal and so fine
endure beyond this snowy morn

and i begin to write ∴