Tree Words
The woods have been gathering here
for generations,
they bring their faithful rings
scored into aged ligneous skins.
The language of the trees is arcane,
it arrives from deep ancestral roots.
Tree-words turn green while still in the seed,
those seeds grow
until they sing like bells
chiming with the earth-turning sky.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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