I walked
into the woods
seeking
the proud Oak
balding
in the
soft sigh of Autumn.
He does not
demand
anything
from me,
for we
are old friends.
and this,
is (my) peace.
— Exhale.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
liezel graham
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I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
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