Reverie
Amongst the Beeches
Staring through sunlit branches,
Time drifts.
Bright gaps and overlaps
Conjure shape from shadow.
Blankets of concentration stumble upon
Transient patterns of green and silver,
Finding solace in such windblown abandon;
A natural connection,
A mind balm of gentle rustling,
Calming the quaking flesh,
Smoothing the harrowed brow;
A chance for collection and reformation.
FIL 12/01/10
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