i grow a forest sapling by sapling
shade loving and rough barked
while leaves turn upward seeking light
the roots
demand darkness
the roots
feed the tree
driving into the earth
drinking its life
its undulating fingers writhe
in the fecund loam
strangling the living and the dead
this is what makes the tree blossom
this is what produces the bounty of fruit
the juice that runs down your chin
the soft sweet flesh between your teeth
the satisfied smile when you spit out the seeds
Words and Feathers 
“the roots
demand darkness…”
And they’re certainly getting an ample helping these days.
No argument here.
The dark nourishes.
I’m rooted into the dirt.
Hide me in the earth.
I’ll just grab my shovel.
Hurry! It’s starting to rain.
Oh? Then you’ll get wet. 😈
Too late. 😆