poem: kenna totty

Symphony of Time

You are the rustle of the leaves
Savoring the kiss of mother wind

The splash and the shock of silence
Upon the plunge into
The depths primordial

I hear you in the buzzing of the bees
The cooing of the doves
You are the sweep of the
Shaker broom against the blushing bamboo

Sing to me in the key of
The trees
As you strum the melody of us
And whisper the secrets
Of the era that was
Ours

Stolen hours
Gentle breaths
Beating hearts

What was once
Is now
Is Always
In the symphony
Of time

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about the writer: kenna totty

Kenna Totty identifies as a reader first and nomad second, currently living in Los Angeles, CA. She teaches English remotely while also spending her days hiking, journaling, or just parked somewhere under a tree. Kenna has always loved crafting essays or poetry, drawing inspiration primarily from nature or the people she meets while traveling. She loves exploring new places, whether in person or in the pages of a book, and she is grateful to the practice of writing as both channel and outlet for the feelings they provoke in her.