I Remember the Forest Speaking


I remember the forest speaking, being lifted up with birdsong, woodpecker knocking

under the watchful eye of the hawk, and I will try not to dwell on the death of the colors

as I bury the leaves under my feet, instead I will look forward to the birth

and the snow that covers us, with so much peace.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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