Okay; we’re somehow already a third of the way through April. How did that happen?
Today’s “Two-for-Tuesday” prompts are:
- Write a Forest poem.
- Write a Tree poem.
Why such a need
when words want and bore
to wander through a foggy avenue
of towering living things,
living things
through sun and fog and dark and light
and wind and rain and fires and centuries
otherwise undelimited
- if lucky-
by stories and effects of men
A more pure aging
with the turning earth
than our fretful measurements
and needs of the unmet
and dryish roots and folded arms
and mouths full of anecdotes
that aim to please
and don't too much.
The high owl alighting.
Humbling avenue
with no need of my ego
nor response to it
but height and green
through sun and fog and dark and light.
Release into a dialogue of scale
Dimension of height and time
and green
Simply enduring
Leafy conversation.
The owl detaches from the canopy
and ends a phrase that stirs me and starts
just then,
another.
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