Once
That time a part of the local woods
was stricken invisible
That time the weeping willow became
a harp
Once a man cast himself down onto the ground
between two trees
sobbing
The time a woodsman walked up to a tree
and could not raise his axe
When the river rose
and rushed through the pines
long hair through a comb
That acorn you slid on
bringing you to the cliff’s edge
That night it snowed and snowed
and you stood in the dim snowlight
where the woods felt warm
When, in the darkness, you felt
yourself being watched
by the beloved
The time you learned how to
participate in stillness
yes, can you hear the wind dance with the tree tops
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stand still for just a second
and you will hear us sighing because this was lovely Hannah
Love this, Hannah. Wishing you a warm and wonderful Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteLOVE this. So beautiful and interesting.
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