Saturday, 3 December 2022

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 



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