Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A Shoulder (Poetry Month 2012: Day 2)

A shoulder where I lay my head to sleep
secure beneath the stars that stir the sky.
A shoulder on which it is safe to cry
surrounded by the scent of kindly pines.
A shoulder strong enough to shrug away
the careless burdens that I daily make.
A shoulder is the truest kind of friend.
Living on the shoulder of the mountain.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for linking to the tour. I'm so glad that you'll be offering poetry and linking up. I'm glad that there is more poetry around the blogosphere