Stuck On Yellow

My sister introduced me to this blogger and I am feeling a sister connection to her through her writing… check her out.

She reveals herself and relationship with God with such honesty and authenticity, allowing for our human-mess, without judgement but with great mindfulness and heart.

Stuck On Yellow.

Mother Tree

Her limbs are burdened with winters white bounty.

It seems it happened overnight.

Her feather weight friends still eating the food she once held out for them proudly.

 

Her toes gripping the frozen earth,

Fear of toppling over…

Crashing into her daughter’s life,

A sharp snapping sound,

A jagged tearing of chilling reality,

A broken heart.

 

What is left?

A wide open gash of sky.

It should be blue but is grey.

White bones blowing broken, 

By a lifetime of sun, rain and ice.

 

Wind rattles her soul free…

She is a gust of Winter’s storm.

She is a wisp of light in the dark corner of

Her daughter’s life.

 

She is gone.