Each slender branch touched heaven ...

I walked through the mist -

The white field was a silent world - 

The winding path took me to the birch trees -

They held me in the memory of that afternoon -

I felt their slow heartbeats -

They shared their long dreams - 

Here I walked with those who were invisible - 

I heard their voices still - 

This was my immanent grove - 

Each slender branch touched heaven -

December 2022

East Stoke 

Dorset