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Trees Speak
1 min readOct 27, 2018
I travel your trunks in search of poetry
you meet me in the middle
with a slight, crispy gust of
p a t i e n c e
Your bark scents me into
autumns hands
raised to nose for winds cover
awareness is the gift of change
Green coats you wet
an unlikely warmth that
sparkles in afternoon delights
Tall you stand as eyes fail to
reach your peak of
clouds backdrop
Afternoon easily carries into
early evening, as I witness
the fall of your leaf.
