Wednesday, 30 September 2020

Poem: 'ARBORIA'

 

ARBORIA 


trees retain 
habits of mystery 
in the rooted spaces 
and arcades between, 
all trees connect, time 
is meaningless to trees, 
we came down from trees 
at time’s beginning, 
perhaps we return 
to trees at life’s end, 
our souls come adrift 
on breeze to seed 
and hatch anew 
from acorns


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