Trees,
dark-stroked
against a sky obscured
& damply blotted,
lift expectant limbs…
Bare
Exposed
Stripped
to elemental truth.
I stand beneath…
In search of self
& soul
& all that’s sacred
amongst knotted roots
& last’s year’s fallen
leaves.
— C.Birde, 1/22
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Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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