old growth (20161101)

i am an old growth forest
with leaves red as blood
undersides caked with black mold

the loamy earth
cannot contain my writhing roots
now exposed to shadows and gnawing

field mice–
–here in the shadows
you cannot see the sun

that crowns my head

5 thoughts on “old growth (20161101)”

      1. Trees are awesome. I’ve been learning about forest bathing lately; in Japanese they call it 森林浴 shinrinyoku. I think of trees as old, loyal friends full of majestic silence and wise sounds.

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