and now they are telling the story
of a new season

their trunks and branches like bones bearing 
tendergreen new notions.

While walking 
we breathe them in 

desperate for another way to see.

Creek waters accompany us
while heartbeats slowly join

writing another generation.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2026

This photo was not generated by AI. It hasn't been altered. Last summer my husband, some friends, and I hiked to this lovely blue pool in Oregon. Those are my purple shoes. Seeing this felt like the miracle, like a new idea feels when it comes from the heart. Keep seeking, my friends. 

This poem was inspired by De Jackson's prompt for dVerse Quadrille. You can read others' poems by following the link, HERE.