pain and pastel (a two part poem)

like a river birch in the rain

she bows low

pain dripping

from her branches

the soil below 

soaked in sorrow

*This morning i ask myself, “is there anything i can do, (anything at all) to ease the sorrow of my friend.” Words are hollow this day. Maybe a bit of color can lift her head, if even for a moment. Shall i send her a watercolor? Then…..

the questioner 

asked

can you

paint her a 

reason

can your pastel

flowers

give promise

to her pain?

*And my answer is no. 

But 

yes, i can send color and kindness. Yes, i can let her know she is “seen”.