One breath and in a blink

I’m underneath the grieving

Leaves

A tapestry of greenery

Breaks the sun into such little

Things

 

Carved from the wood she read

A history of the

Canopy

Firestorms in the forestry

Charcoaled her heart sealed in the

Rings

 

She said –

This is my hall of trees

And in a storm it’s dizzying

The strongest roots are only inches deep

But on my own I think it will

Succeed

 

One step and I’m splintering

Soft against the axe falling into the

Stream

I heard her say go now please

Into your own light and grow your own

Trees.

 

All Rights Reserved (c) June 2018 John J Vinacci

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