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!
Date: October 20, 2011
Categories: Jean Varda