I had to rush around today to do some sudden work that came up, so I rushed the poem. The prompts are Anchor and Nature.
Anchored
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
feet bare on bare earth
breath in sync with breeze
heartbeat rhymes with
the beating heart of sycamore
on a breath send roots
down and down through
soil through loam around
stone around bone
anchor to the core
of the mother
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