Woodland ballet

Long limbs twisting in the dance Leafy fingers twitch and sway Poetry described in shades of green and brown Foundations burrowed deep into the darkness keeping time with the heartbeat the primal song of the earth This choreography is not measured in time that we can see but is no less beautiful and so I…

Before it is too late

A tree stands at the world’s edge roots clutch stubbornly to the crumbling cliff confronting the abyss defiantly ‘I shall not be moved’ Sun dips low, and in the dying light branches stand out clear and stark Solid and strong, built to last But the cliff keeps crumbling   Come, let us shore up the…