A broken branch found life again
grafted to a ray of starlight
leaves spread wide to drink it in
Curtains of mist draw close together
holding back the creeping flame
that would see this forest burn
and the wind breathes ash
a sign of life and a gift of death
for the saplings reaching to escape
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Mitchel David Ring 
17 responses to “The Wind Breathes Ash”
I really like this poem…well done.
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Thank you! That’s much appreciated (: cheers
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Lovely and great reading too, thank you
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Thanks so much for reading and listening (:
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This is beautiful my friend.
“A broken branch found life again
grafted to a ray of starlight
leaves spread wide to drink it in”
So beautiful. ❤️🤗
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Thank you Joni (: hope everything is going well. Cheers!
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You are most welcome and yes we are fine. Sending hugs. 🤗
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Love wonderings on the cycles of life.
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Cheers to that (: the idea of rebirth makes death sometimes almost bearable.
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The new must emerge from the old. Wonderful! 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it (: thank you! Cheers
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Hi from Czech… wow…good idea… ,,The wind brathes ash ” its great !
And of course, poem is beatiful, congrats!
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Thanks so much (: cheers!
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Good stuff!
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Thank you! (:
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The cadence and tone of your voice gives so much to this poem. The words themselves speak volumes, and listening to them spoken raises them off the page like mountains out of the wilderness.
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Thanks so much Hamish! I appreciate that a lot (: glad to know the readings are working out. Cheers!
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