thrunton

 

the trees believe
in ground in sky
a murmuring of leaves
sing life

they calm me as they take the wind
sail me back toward myself
allow trunk whispered secrets
knitted into wooden containment

then still they wait, they always
will, their will is to abide
my whisper dreamt that then I’d know
the secret of their conversation, but I’m left

to bend with them in winds
of sense and nonsense, seeking roots
I stretch, sing, sing yes
but with them, first, last
in song pass, to silence

 

A. H / K. H-H (8th & 9th September 2018)

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