If I were an oak leaf
which, once, sat atop a tower unbending
and I found myself resting
on a soft bed of moss
in a darkening forest...
I could live with that
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Living With It
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Life in Three Acts
There was a play staged by a forest primeval I had a bit part I served as the stage manager in a play within a play put on for my own benefi...
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I found two square inches in the middle of a medium sized woods in the middle of a fairly large city and those two square inches contained m... -
What the sycamore saw she wouldn't say but she left signs all along the forest floor And seeing the corner of a stained ... -
'Twas the final hour ere the woods went dark and the night promised no moon the shadows lengthened in tempo and shape and his eyes wer...