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Sunday, November 2, 2008

The Trees and I, we dress alike


Of course this is no surprise because inside this fragile human skin, there is a redwood with bones grown from the detritis of the past, blood pumping in crystalline shades of amber sap. The trees woke me this morning, singing the song of November, a swinging tune to the bright snap of the wind. The maple and I hum to the cherry blossom trees, lulling them to sleep with promises of a winter gifts and a brilliant spring to come. They stretch and grunt in the breeze, snuggling into autumn, bedding down before the snow falls.

We will all sleep well under this warm blanket.

8 comments:

thewindhover said...

You Dove make a very pretty tree; willowly, gentle, spirited...

mme. bookling said...

you HAVE been treely lately.
quite.

BC said...

"You are an oak Wyatt"

she said...

gorgeous redwood bell.

UmberDove said...

"And you can be my Huckleberry"

Mum said...

Deeply rooted, yet, supple and resilient. Consistent enough to always be dependable, yet, kaleidoscopic with colorful surprises that change with the seasons.

The Noisy Plume: said...
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The Noisy Plume: said...

Your Mum is the best.