Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Silent Tree-ment


With our thunderous steps upon ground
                                  perishing hallow
Let us linger for a quiet moment
                                  over limb
Listen for its silent snap
                                 muffled honeyed sap
Blankets of moss penetrate porous barks
                                 patching poultice

This very today falls
                                 branches in the woods
Seeds are sown
                                 ideas gurgle and churn

The creatures take notice of our
                                sharp curiosity
In shadows and secrets
                                of fallen forests
The conductor waves his wand
                                 all sounds obey.

 Composed 1/31/15.
                         

Image By Miaow Miaow (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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