Pisgah Forest

Leaf-filtered sun
Spangles eddies
Along the stream edge
Where tiny black minnows
Feed as they fin
High frequencies.

Breath of water
Fanning silt
Overflows smooth rocks–
Leaves give themselves
Wetly to currents
Remembering breezes.

Forest silences sing
In syntax of birdsong
Floating above thousands
Of small feet and voices
On and in the ground
They made for themselves.

Oaks and resiny pines
Remember their own
Trapped in cities–
It is for them
The branches moan
In the sweet wind.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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