Woodland Words

Night filters sight and sound into caves of awareness where owls and nightjars clatter, where timorous creatures forage and snuffle. The forest has gathered here for generations, it has its own language ground through layers of nocturnal sentience. In the silent cabin they interface, trace resonations between the unseen, lull me into a deep-listening. The night lends meaning to each arboreal sound as root and branch intone their ancient prayers - sounds that later turn to words, an arboreal poetry that reads me to sleep.