tree stump saddle soft
crumbles to my weight and
termite preparation
the oldest of the trees leans
above the rest
quiet and full of the forest
soundscape gentle and creeping
i feel my shape shift
settle in the curl of
wood and nest of green
this valley the carpet
of mountain
of mountain
the creek the
artery of time
Beautifully written. So musical. Needs to be read aloud. Often.
ReplyDeleteNice one Gillian. Love that soft saddle stump.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rob, Tug, Claine. much appreciated.
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