Nov 2016
One morning I heard
Your soft whisper: a rustle
Among decaying leaves.
When I touched your hardened bark
Darkened by the ages,
I felt your roots untangled
beneath my calloused feet.
Your soft whisper: a rustle
Among decaying leaves.
When I touched your hardened bark
Darkened by the ages,
I felt your roots untangled
beneath my calloused feet.
August 18th
