left on leaf-lorn logs
in lost languages
but leaning between the lines
had begun a better
and necessary day
longing and belonging
for community and comfort
beneath and between
the Birch and the Beech
the Walnut and the Willow
and the grace-like story
of the understory
and the Moss and the Maple leaves
and all the wildland woods
had begun to tell a tale
of Winter's Rest

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