Tree Spirit Tries to Get My Attention
I did not pull out my great great great Aunt’s name at first.
My oak was busy – overflowing with the strangest people.
I did not know who to speak to anyway – who could advise me?
A tree spirit nudged my foot from the middle of the oak.
What’s holding you back? She asked me. Follow them!
I had no idea why they were traveling down my tree’s knot hole.
But I was not about to be tricked; grandma did not raise a dummy.
I paraded around the fey world I could touch outside. It was enough.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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