Trickling valleys slide
toward the water, dark
as cedars standing
as cedars standing
sentinel, concealing
secret roads
and urgent passageways,
branches
and urgent passageways,
branches
calming the nervous,
fog-brightened night.
Here, joy turns
to wonder, grief
to contemplation.
to wonder, grief
to contemplation.
New growth, a tender
haze of green, emerges
before the forest’s
detached gaze,
in stillness,
ancient consolations.
haze of green, emerges
before the forest’s
detached gaze,
in stillness,
ancient consolations.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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