• Fe Robinson

All is as it is meant to be

A mountain sits in the mist


Shrouded

It is strong

Obscured

It's serenity is unchanged

Invisible

It's joy is plain to see

A tree stands alone

Stark against the swirling tendrils

True structure laid bare

Jagged against the soft light

All is as it is meant to be


Fe Robinson, 2012


I found this poem a short while ago, and it spoke to me of winter and of misty mornings, and of the sense that what is seen is not all that there is to see, there is always more.



Psychotherapy

Fe Robinson