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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