Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Trees

TREAD softly as the stone, as silently
as he speaks into earth.
Smile, as the tree-gods smile into their beards
when all smile in one mirth
spreading their fronds as antennae
that only the spirit-eye can see.

Move as the ashtree swings her branch
and with the strength of oak
spread out on horizontal arms
the showings of the thunderstroke
Jove elemental into dryads...

-Ross Nichols (Nuinn)



                         


1 comments:

Lady Thorn said...

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Hugs
Finder Thorn

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