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…

beak-earthed worm hunters

beak-earthed worm hunters
song-birds silent grubbing dirt
compose high-branched airs

A. H / K. H-H (2nd August 2018)