I heard the Wood call
in its moss-furred tongue.
I returned
in answer to that heart’s echo,
and was welcomed
as though time had not slipped
and shifted.
— C.Birde, 9/16
Moss Wood — An Image
I heard the Wood call
in its moss-furred tongue.
I returned
in answer to that heart’s echo,
and was welcomed
as though time had not slipped
and shifted.
— C.Birde, 9/16
2 Comments
I keep starring at the picture in your post of the forest and I cant look away… It truly looks like an enchanted land of dreams in soothing shades of green! Beautiful! X
Thank you, Anya — your words express perfectly how I feel about this place 🙂