i stand still in one spot an inch of rubber keeps me from sending down roots from my feet the earth waits patient because she will be be here after i am gone whether I have connected to her or not but how much easier it must be to return if our roots have networked the soft loam burrowed past the worms intertwining
Tag: tree worship
druid (20160827)
in some other life
before rome
rampaged bloody
through gaul
in that other life
i was a druid
tree worshipper
listening to
leaves whispering
telling the wind’s secrets
even now
i stop when i hear
that familiar rustle
straining to make out
those faint words
Words and Feathers 