by Michael S. Glaser
I have always felt the living presence
the forest that calls to me as deeply
as though the woods were marrow of my bone
I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching
beside a brook bubbling to foam
deep in these woods,
that whispers home
Date Added: June 21, 2012 | Comments Off | Filed under: Inspiration — treeinabox @ 2:14 pm
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