Wednesday, 24 of August of 2016

Jean Varda – Standing on Centuries of Pine Needles

Our feet soundlessly pass through
patches of moonlight
lightly as breath

not just the moon
catches my hair
but the black shadows of
sleeping trees
fill my eyes

not just the milk-white filament
of stars
appearing between pine branches

but the fresh living smell
of creek water and rotting leaves
has saturated my senses

and I no longer know where
you begin or I end

Jean Varda
November-December 2008 Earth First!
 


 


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