I am sitting / under my oak tree, / alone / with the Holiness. / Tree buds, lightest of green and / just fancying to open, / do not keep the sun / from my face.

Linda KeenNovember 5, 2018Linda Keen, Keen Intuition, poem, poet, poetry, author, writer, writing, nature, nature poetry, metaphysics, healing, spiritual, spiritual poetry, oak tree, spirit, holiness Comment