Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Woodland Mists

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The woodland thickens when our backs are turned,

We look away and leaves appear, green flesh.

Among the trees the days are long

Yet seasons are so short among ourselves.

It seems just weeks ago we all were flesh together.

Now we are mist, so many

Who have not finished what we had to say.




–with lines adapted from Louise Glück.