The Forest Book
An index of first growth,
bound in curled leaf,
a glossary of shadow
over the deep crunched floor
of cone ,splinter and spruce.
Coda; the glass
of silence is often broken,
lost words seek
the brown narrative of winter,
the best time
to read the trees, the text.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016
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