Wednesday, 26 February 2014

The Dance of Trees

I surprised the trees and caught them in the act of dancing. Sun-touched limbs in graceful play.

With me in the woods, they froze: delightful suspension…like children caught in the act.

When was the last time that I danced?

When is the next time?

The earth smells rich, musty, dredged up by weeks of rain.

These could be fertile times...

What will I seed and grow? 

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