This is Day Three of the Soul Journey I am making with Elizabeth Crawford at Soul's Music, based on Soul Cards created by Deborah Koff-Chapin, of the Center for Touch Drawing at http://www.touchdrawing.com/
The image that sparked this poem is of a woman, at the foot of a bare-branched tree. She is sleeping, and a gentle creature, perhaps an antelope, stands over her, as if in protection. On the top left branch of the tree, an amorphous cloud-like face seems to be suggested. When I looked at it, these words sprang immediately to mind.
There is a face
peering 'neath
tree branches
at the Sleeper,
who is being
tenderly guarded
by her companion,
a creature
of the wild.
The wind murmurs
a lullaby,
low and keening.
The last leaf rustles,
and gently falls.
It is a journey.
It is all a journey.
Rest softly,
Sleeper,
the better to
walk on
when morning comes.
