There are no willows here
in this long past leafy grove
but ancient oaks once sacrificed
for ships. And beech still litters
in thick muffled tones
decades of woodland chatter.
Time is etched large in branch and torso
discarded like antlers, scored by deer.
Lichen chimes the years and moss
a sotto voce melody
filling this forest room with green.
And I a listener, feel sane again.
Joining MLMM Monday Wordle with a poem of all these given words: Ambience, chatter, chime, decades, leafy, long, melody, past, room, sane, time, willow. It was coincidentally inspired by my Monochrome Monday photo post of Ancient woodland “The Trees have it”
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Laura, “Time is etched large in branch and torso” draws me in with its quiet reverence. I feel grounded in this forest you’ve conjured—like I, too, might feel sane again just by listening.
Much love,
David
Thank you David for such appreciation and staying sane with me here!
Loved this Laura……….. my pc was slow in catching up for comments. Sorry. Thanks for joining in.
thank you for stopping by and for the prompt
You’re welcome
The forest is a keeper of history, and always a refuge from human concerns. This is lovely. (K)
I like that ‘keeper of history’ Kerfe – memorable