Friday, April 24, 2015

Poem in journal: Anima (in Summer)

This Grove of Trees

There is a wide circle
I am surrounded by it
and it is filled with silence.
Each day is a documentary,
I consider what is growing,
how to make my life sweet,
the slant of morning light,
the complaint of crows.

I will slowly turn moments
turning towards a breeze
nothing has changed
but it will.
Love and honor this
for I was born to love
even to disregard blue light
as great engines
slowly, suddenly, pass by
this grove of trees,
shaking the ground,
while I stand still knowing,
this grove of trees

that I am here knowing,
this grove of trees
that was once
not forgotten.

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