An Offering To The Forest Gods

Forests fill with jazzy notes

and then with mournful wailing blues 

as booming dirges echo through

the deepness of their roots beneath.

Dendrites of the forest brain

extend their slender tendril’s reach.

Their feelings transfer through these nerves

electric pulses snap and surge.

I tip the bucket on the earth

the peelings slide into the pile

where grains of coffee spill like seed

as corn husk papers rustle skirts.

I see the strings of angel hair,

they mix with ashes from the stove

as stardust softly slips inside

mingling with mold and lime.

They warm the feet of forest trees

in holy mounds that give the roots

the nutrients that grow them tall

so they can meet their destiny.

Inhaling brings a memory

of childhood visits to the farm,

where chocolate with a hint of pipe

and sawdust sang a melody.

The complex notes a symphony 

of musk and dusk and smoky moss.

We will bring that treasure here

as offering to the forest gods.

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This story also appears on Medium by Tree Langdon, the author.