my secret bower


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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