Hammock Healing

hammock
Cradled like a babe
in cotton bright with woven colors,
I am rocked between two trees
by easy autumn breeze.
Gratitude suffuses me,
expands around me in a glow.
Well-being that streams through me,
I breathe out and out —
to soothe the grieving world.


Filed under Poetry

Susa Silvermarie is the author of Tales From My Teachers on the Alzheimer’s Unit, three chapbooks of poetry, and hundreds of poems published in periodicals over the last forty years. She’s currently writing young adult fiction and she blogs at susasilvermarie.com.