Pink Trees

Pink Trees

Abigail King

I often write out of pain,
hoping the words will help me arrive
to a place I cannot on my own.

But I want to write more
about the beauty I see -
the things throughout my day
bringing me peace.

Guiding my path,
helping hold my head high,
longing for a hand to hold,
as I look up to the blue sky.

So this one goes out to Atlanta -
and the face of God,
the sun kissing my cheeks 
and the pink trees.

Reminding me to hold on 
for soon
it will
be spring.

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Abigail King
Poet

Photography by Jack Cohen