Sunlight Wanes

by on December 5, 2011 :: 0 comments

tired leaves twist seeking the splendour of the soil
within a tree’s core a physical process beyond our ken

upon weathered body carved crevices sustain living realms
in which we will never travel

limbs unburdened by foliage delight in their freedom
ready now to support each snowflake layer by layer

nature leaves nothing to circumstance

editors note:

Hmmm, tree rings, thickened bark; if we were trees… Selah! – mh clay

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