my secret bower

Easternwhitepinetrunks1

sitting in the forest

among the great pines

I feel so inspired by

the old gentle giants

of the northern woods

 

a needle canopy above

a needle-woven carpet

on the ground beneath

a secret bower indeed

 

they all stand around

like wise old friends

 

they seem aware of me

as we exchange breath

 

they’d never judge me

 

they truly welcome me

but I think that they

wonder why a creature

like me would want to

sit among them always

scribbling scribbling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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